Why? by vlad

All the innocent lives I have a hard time wrapping my head around what had happened in the morning. I keep asking myself - Why? Why them? Why do it? Why World Trade Center? Why all those innocent people that have done nothing to deserve dying? Why all those passengers in the airplanes? Why? WHY?

WHY???

I spent most of the day in a haze, similar to one I was in when my mom passed away. The questions are pretty much the same - Why? Why her? What has she done to deserve this?

I didn’t expect to wake up and see skyscraper get turned into dust and mangled, twisted, briar’s patch of steel. I didn’t expect to see steel, concrete and glass make a 150 mile dust cloud.

The world seems to be a cheaply written urban disaster movie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hate disaster movies.