9-11 and this airheaded hilarity happened:
One day.
One.
More than another.
The other,
that day,
those people,
too many,
too personal,
but not.
People you know,
but you yourself know not.
Crashing down,
all frown,
hurting,
walking,
silently screaming,
slowly running,
often feeling nothing.
Seeing the lucky ones fleeing,
seeing those trapped inside.
Cry.
Cry.
It's OK.
It's not OK.
Smile if it's natural
Feel alive.
The president speaks,
The situation reeks an act of war.
I enter my room, close the door
Sit here.
Here where buildings do not fall to the floor.
we young will experience much more
future, liberty, the freedom to mope about in poetry.
My brother, I love you.
Old friends and family too.
Safe for now, glad to know I'm alive with all of you.
Feel what is real
Feel later heal.
One.
One person feeling the same as all the rest.
Please let us act and do what is best.