when we get home, i know we won't be home at all.

summer makes people think,

well it makes me think.

things here are more different now than they ever were before.

i don't feel like i have anything to prove to anyone anymore.

i know who i am,

i know where i want to go,

i know who i want to be,

i know what it takes to get there,

and i know that things aren't always going to be easy,

mostly because they haven't been up until this point.

there's so much more i want to say here,

but my eloquence is lacking,

so i'll give it some thought and get back to you.

update

i had no idea that it was september 11th until they said so on the news.

i don't feel bad about that.

i refuse to believe that it takes a tragedy

to make you think about all the small things.

there's not a day that goes by that i don't think about loss.

i know that's because of who i am,

who my parents are.

from a very young age i've known that i only had so much time with my parents;

about 40 years less than everyone else if i'm lucky.

so i don't feel bad that i forgot, that today, 8 years ago, all those people died.

because everyday i feel horrible that things end,

that all at once they're never the same,

that they can't be.

yes on this day,

8 years ago,

people's mothers,

and daughters,

and sisters,

and fathers,

and brothers,

and sons,

all died.

but people loose each other everyday.

what about the people who died the day after?

and everyday before?

and everyday since?

do their deaths not matter as much because they televised?

everyone deserves to be remembered,

it shouldn't take a national tragedy.

remember everyday.