Tuesday, October 15, 2013

One Morning in September




Journal entry 25

Five months after Evelyn died came the events of September 11, and I felt nothing. 

My world had already collapsed into itself. My home had already been destroyed and my loved one was dead. “Welcome to my world,” I thought from my dark house boarded with anger and sorrow. People around me were in shock and mourning, but my reaction told me that I was no longer among the living. I had moved to existing among the dead.


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