I feel things deeply, and I can't even begin to describe the emotional rollercoaster of the past few days, even though outwardly, I try to remain calm, rational, and level-headed. Try - not always succeed, but try.
I haven't shed a lot of tears, not because I don't feel anything, but I'm just not a crier. Where I start to lose it, though - where the tears start to come, is when I see pictures of the two towers, standing intact and lovely on a clear Autumn morning without a cloud or plane in the sky.
I want that back so much.
It isn't just the buildings, it's the safety, the carefree days when we were all merrily ripping each other to shreds over budgets and tax proposals. I want our peace. I want our innocence.
That's where I start to lose it, and I'm getting teary-eyed just reflecting on it. I'm hovering around bargaining and depression. I was thinking earlier : if I had to die today, and my death would make all of this simply never have happened, I wouldn't think twice about doing it, no matter how slow or painful.