Saturday, September 10, 2011

Dear Twin Towers
(A Letter from Zisa O)

truths89: Tomorrow is your ten year commemoration. And, I just wanted to take this moment to ask how the fall felt. Did those two planes, that were remotely hijacked, really make you crumble into dust? I mean, why did people hear explosions? People say you were flown into because people hate our freedoms. Ironically, ever since you defied the laws of gravity and fell like a building rigged with explosions, we seem to have lost many liberties. But really, freedom of speech ain’t the real thing no more. People live in grave fear these days.
We are stripped and searched every time we try to fly. There’s this thing called the Patriot Act, it was instituted because you fell. Sadly, it has invalidated amerika’s constitution. They say it’s for our protection. But even when I get on trains in New York, they say we can be searched at random. I feel so confused because I don’t know what they are looking for. I mean, I know you came down with bombs, but why would anyone want to bomb a train? Is it just me, or does this seem like a clever way to pacify the masses?
I often feel that people believe that your falling was the greatest amerikan tragedy. I wonder, you know? I’ve heard that Iraq became a missile target. I’ve heard that amerika invaded Pakistan, Afghanistan, parts of Yemen and elsewhere. I even heard that amerika has murdered over a million civilians because two buildings fell—mysteriously. Yeah, the 9/11 Commission Report doesn’t make too much sense—it’s a lovely tale though.
To be honest, I wonder how your cousin WTC 7 on 250 Greenwich Street fell. I don’t recall any planes hitting other buildings. And yet, that forty-seven story building fell just like you did. I suppose we could test the debris to perform a proper autopsy. However, your dust has vanished. I wish I could indulge in the commemoration many amerikans will partake in tomorrow, but the events of that day have left me puzzled.

Zisa O.

(Source: truths89.
I was going to write a post, a thought/commentary on the 10th Anniversary of 9/11. But this? Says more than I could ever write.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

I don't feel like myself lately. I've been removed from everything that I believe, creates me. And I don't have any true time to sit around and restart myself, you know work on myself to get myself back in shape. I've been looking forward to 'change' for the longest, just made a huge life change & now I feel like more problems face me. It's not like I'm lazy, nor am I... dull. I am seriously just out of wack, it's like I need to take my body to the shop & get an alignment. I believe it's my environment, I feel like it's literally draining the soul out of me. I've moved into a different career but I'm still doing the same job. And I am making more money, but I truly realize the lyric from the infamous BIG - "Mo Money, Mo Problems". Damn. I have a plan but I'm pretty much winging it. I need to get it all together, but no matter how many times I jot it down, write it out, spread it out on excel - nothing is making sense anymore. I feel lost and confused. It could be a funk, but it could be more than that, could be [deeper] than that. Y'know? All I can do is pray that possibly, things get better. But who am I talking to when I send out these words? There's an emptiness inside of me. And I just want it to be filled up to the rim. Or at least halfway. Salaam,