rings
and rings
and rings
I pull myself out of bed
and rings
I pull myself out of bed
and amble downstairs
No message
That's odd
No message
That's odd
Turn on the computer
It slowly fires up
I see an image
and a story
A PLANE HAS STRUCK THE WORLD TRADE CENTER
What the hell?
I turn on the television
wake Chelsea and Ryker (our room-mate)
"Something is going on," I say
At first (the reporters) thought it was a small plane
We were watching CNN live when the second plane struck
It was unreal
It was like watching a movie
but it was real
then
then
a tower fell
I lived just a few blocks where you could see the New York skyline
I drove up the hill
Found the spot between a few houses in Glen Ridge
It was a beautiful day
Perfect in so many ways
Bright clear skies
Probably 65 degrees
It was so quiet
In New Jersey
and
and
New York was burning
but for a few birds chirping and a rustle through the leaves it was nearly silent
There was a guy standing next to me
a witness
I pulled out my camera
"There goes the other one," the guy said
It was so peaceful where we stood from 12 miles away
I couldn't wrap my brain around it
I still can't
