Sent: 9/25/2001 12:27 AM
beaten down by blistering drops of rain. Steel sheets of rain beaten down. that's what these past two weeks have felt like. there was a really bad storm here in New York City. you've read about it or have seen it on TV. we got hit pretty hard. a hurricane of sorts. many, many depressed surviours.
it passed though. thankfully. the earth is bruised by the winds and rain, but we're okay somehow. Willows, i suppose, lifting from the flood, shaking out our arms, checking to see if every leaf is accounted for. it's a little willow dance, what we do now. You see us. You see us on TV. we swing our branches, parading around in the masks of the people we thought we were only three weeks ago. we stifle this amazingly bright soul that is trying to burn through all the masks we have layered it with, over the years. if. if only I could help him take off a couple. what keeps me from my soul?
alas it is true. (You see that on TV too:) we're all still crouched, a little unsure of the next thunderstorm brewing above us. you see, we all know that lightening really has struck in the same place twice. we look towards the storm above while we crouch. after a prayer, we close our eyes: Now, we wait and see what tomorrow will bring.
