Nothing looks right now.
Where there used to be Towers, there is smoke, there is ash, there is destruction, there is death. The powerful Towers that I saw everyday from my apartment, during my commute, from my work, is now just a void of space. I never saw the air that was behind those buildings. I really wish I still couldn't. Nothing looks right.
Nothing sounds right now.
Honking horns are replaced by sirens. Planes flying overhead are now threats. Innocent doors slamming send people running. Strong, intelligent, powerful and nice people now speak with sadness, despair and fear in their voices. Nothing sounds right.
Nothing smells right now.
Is that fire I smell? Is it the ash? Has the wind shifted and is now carrying the smell of bodies my way? Or is it all in my mind? It doesn’t really matter. Nothing smells right.
Nothing tastes right now.
Yes, I ate. Nothing tasted good. Only a handful of injured were brought in each hour overnight? Where is everyone else? They might have leads on who is responsible, they might find more people alive, there might be some hope of something good? I hope but nothing tastes right.
But worst of all... nothing feels right now.
It felt like a dream at first. I had to keep shaking my head violently to be sure that I was awake. All those people! All those people’s families! All the pain! Our City, a source of pride, a powerful representation of our country, the agressiveness, the attitude! Our skyline is changed forever! Our people, living and dead, are changed forever! What do I say to them? How can I help? It doesn’t feel right to laugh. It doesn’t feel right to cry (my loved one’s are ok after all)! It doesn’t feel right to go back in to the City, to go to work, to go eat at my favorite restaurant, to go to my favorite club, to see my favorite people, to live our lives. Leaping from the 80th floor became the most viable option for many! How does it evolve to a situation where that is the best choice? I am saddened, sickened and lost. I wish I was the only one that saw it, the only one that lived it and the only one that lost from it. Maybe that would feel right. Maybe that would make it more of a nightmare than a reality. That’s what this is, isn’t it? It wouldn’t be hundreds of thousands living it, seeing it, hearing it, smelling it, tasting it and feeling it. Nothing feels right now and I don’t think it will again!
Where there used to be Towers, there is smoke, there is ash, there is destruction, there is death. The powerful Towers that I saw everyday from my apartment, during my commute, from my work, is now just a void of space. I never saw the air that was behind those buildings. I really wish I still couldn't. Nothing looks right.
Nothing sounds right now.
Honking horns are replaced by sirens. Planes flying overhead are now threats. Innocent doors slamming send people running. Strong, intelligent, powerful and nice people now speak with sadness, despair and fear in their voices. Nothing sounds right.
Nothing smells right now.
Is that fire I smell? Is it the ash? Has the wind shifted and is now carrying the smell of bodies my way? Or is it all in my mind? It doesn’t really matter. Nothing smells right.
Nothing tastes right now.
Yes, I ate. Nothing tasted good. Only a handful of injured were brought in each hour overnight? Where is everyone else? They might have leads on who is responsible, they might find more people alive, there might be some hope of something good? I hope but nothing tastes right.
But worst of all... nothing feels right now.
It felt like a dream at first. I had to keep shaking my head violently to be sure that I was awake. All those people! All those people’s families! All the pain! Our City, a source of pride, a powerful representation of our country, the agressiveness, the attitude! Our skyline is changed forever! Our people, living and dead, are changed forever! What do I say to them? How can I help? It doesn’t feel right to laugh. It doesn’t feel right to cry (my loved one’s are ok after all)! It doesn’t feel right to go back in to the City, to go to work, to go eat at my favorite restaurant, to go to my favorite club, to see my favorite people, to live our lives. Leaping from the 80th floor became the most viable option for many! How does it evolve to a situation where that is the best choice? I am saddened, sickened and lost. I wish I was the only one that saw it, the only one that lived it and the only one that lost from it. Maybe that would feel right. Maybe that would make it more of a nightmare than a reality. That’s what this is, isn’t it? It wouldn’t be hundreds of thousands living it, seeing it, hearing it, smelling it, tasting it and feeling it. Nothing feels right now and I don’t think it will again!
