posted on Apr, 9 2011 @ 02:47 AM
I lived nearby when the towers fell. I watched as the second one was hit, because someone called me right after the first, from my apartment building
across the river. Right until that moment we all thought it was an accident.
To this day, I can't picture it. I finally went back and it's like a piece of the city was just evaporated and replaced. I can't make it map in my
head to what was there. I spent so much time there. In the middle of so many crowds. Whose sleeve did I brush, whose voice did I hear, while I was
walking through what would become their grave?
I have never listened to the calls, and I never will.
I'm glad people are, though. Someone should.
It's just not going to be me.