Every year, September comes, and every year I think ‘this year, it won’t be weird. This year, the day will come and go and I won’t think about it.’
Of course, it is weird. I do think about it.
Today, I lose my ability to be articulate. I forget how to say things eloquently, how to explain my thoughts and feelings using the words that I so carefully choose and so proudly master on other days.
Today, I am quiet.
Because there are no words that can say all the things that I want to say. And the sentence I would like to write–it never comes.
September 11th, 2009 at 4:59 pm
Thank you…
September 12th, 2009 at 4:07 am
Same. :-(