diggity

didn't think i would think back, but reading journals around here brought back the memories. getting out of class (the modern muslim world - i kid you not -) and people whispering that something was going on. watching the second hit. trying to go to western civ. , my next class (once again, for real) , and just having the tears ready to fall and the stabbing headache that holds them back. going home and the tunnel vision of 24-7 news and just knowing that blood would cry out for blood and nothing would be repaired. a big space where once something was. and then all the smaller spaces-were-somethings that now were and would be made and nothing would be repaired. no columns of light. i went to church that night to cry and to hear others cry and to see people who were scared and soon would be scarred, when the blood stopped flowing. it still hasn't. this bleeding heart goes out to everyone who doesn't have the option of remembering because the memories and/or the realities are uninvited and present.

love,
diggity
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on another sad note, Johnny Cash passed away. The Man in Black knew it was comming, but still...
2/6/1932 - 9/12/2003...rip, man.