9/11: Morning

After writing my make-up pieces for Thursday and Sunday, I put on some loud music and danced around the office here in a blue silk dress while posting photos of roses, standing up. My legs hurt from sitting all night, and the dancing and standing helped.

But then my eyes hurt, too, so I wandered into the living room to stretch out on the buttery goodness that is my fake-suede couch.

I watched part of a movie on Cinamax.

Around five, I wandered back.

Dug through the office closet for an old suitcase full of diaries, and found this:

9-11-01
10:27 pm

I'm really scared. America was attacked today...this morning, two planes crashed into the World Trade Center and another into the Pentagon. Whether it was just terrorism, or if it is the end of the world or the beginning of a war...I'm truly scared. I don't know what to think or feel. This is my generation's wake-up call...our great historical moment. I need to get my stuff together, as far as religion goes...you never know.

"We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; struck down, but not destroyed...so we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

~ 2 Corinthians 4

Love Always,
Ashley

Followed by little curvy lines and hearts and other sickening decorations found most often in a seventeen year old's diary. But there you go. Piece of writing from that day itself. Five years ago today. It seems like longer, yet it seems like yesterday. I don’t want to put any more emphasis on it though. I realize the world is currently, still, and always, being ripped apart at the seams.