DEAR NEW YORK

September 11, 2012


eleven years ago, I was 12 years old. I woke up to something very scary on the news. I could tell it was horrible, but I couldn't tell you what it meant, or what it would mean to all of us eleven years later. businesses were closed, classes were cancelled. I walked home alone for the first time that day. 

new york, I think of you as this big beating heart. and the few times I've visited, you've felt like home to me in way that I didn't know was possible. I don't know what it feels like to lose someone close to me. I don't know what you experienced that day. what I do know, is that when I went back six years later, you still felt like home. you still made me feel like I was buzzing from head to toe with electricity, like anything was possible. I don't know how you did it, but you survived and rebuilt and marched on.

and for that, new york - I  love you.

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Unknown said...

Beautifully said. The spirit of humanity is amazing.

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