Dear Boston.
I'm 9397.6 miles away from Boston.
And it's as if I can feel the heat from the blast on my skin, and the see the blood flying in spatters, hitting my face as screams erupt and people begin to cry. A tragedy, felt by someone of a totally different race, at a totally different location, of a totally different nationality and so many other things that are so totally different and far away.
And yet, I feel this tragedy.
I feel the tug in my heart and my very soul, I feel the loss and I feel the pain and anger, and I feel the struggle for answers, and why? What has anyone done to ever deserve this? Why would you do this to another human being? Why steal the life of an eight year old child you didn't even know what his life would shape out to be and you, whoever you are, stole. Stole from him his chance of finding out and moulding that future and it breaks my heart. It frustrates me to the point that just maybe this transgression between life and death would fuel fists to slam against tables and cry, a strangled cry of loss for someone so far, far away.
1000 miles. Boston, the world mourns with you.
Well I can't speak for the world. I can't say I know what this is like. I can't say that I could really be there to experience the horror and the pain and the sheer fear but I for one can say that I promise to mourn the losses with you. I'm a many mile away, but when I saw the news at 7 in the morning I jumped, got to my google and looked for an article, something to tell me what was going on, what happened, maybe why. I felt the figures etch themselves into my brain- horror. When I fist read the news at 7 this morning, it was 80 people injured. 2 people killed. more than 10 amputated by the blast. Stomach curling screams. Those images, maybe as a person who writes, appeared. But enough about what happened to me, what happened to you? And what can we do, to help you.
Boston, I'm not going to wish you to plough through like this is nothing. Take the time you need to mourn and heal. Take your time to build everything back. Support those who need support, and keep your spirits. Keep Bonded. This is the testing time for the strength of a community. Don't give up, we're all behind you with all the well wishes, and prayers, even from 1000miles away. I'd support you if I could, though I'm a little far away. Perhaps these seemingly empty prayers, will drown out those of the crow criers, those who wish to picket and scorn at the demise of loved ones and neighbours, people you saw in the street or even those who were in front of you buying a coffee or something. Me, I can't be there to stand with you in the silence of the darkest hour. But I'll sit within that darkest hour with you in any way I can.
The depth I feel this at is more than I can explain. And I honestly have no idea why.
Fear not those who rile their petty boards and placards at you. You'll be okay. But don't bear hate in your heart for what they do. It'd be a waste of emotion.
xoxo
And it's as if I can feel the heat from the blast on my skin, and the see the blood flying in spatters, hitting my face as screams erupt and people begin to cry. A tragedy, felt by someone of a totally different race, at a totally different location, of a totally different nationality and so many other things that are so totally different and far away.
And yet, I feel this tragedy.
I feel the tug in my heart and my very soul, I feel the loss and I feel the pain and anger, and I feel the struggle for answers, and why? What has anyone done to ever deserve this? Why would you do this to another human being? Why steal the life of an eight year old child you didn't even know what his life would shape out to be and you, whoever you are, stole. Stole from him his chance of finding out and moulding that future and it breaks my heart. It frustrates me to the point that just maybe this transgression between life and death would fuel fists to slam against tables and cry, a strangled cry of loss for someone so far, far away.
1000 miles. Boston, the world mourns with you.
Well I can't speak for the world. I can't say I know what this is like. I can't say that I could really be there to experience the horror and the pain and the sheer fear but I for one can say that I promise to mourn the losses with you. I'm a many mile away, but when I saw the news at 7 in the morning I jumped, got to my google and looked for an article, something to tell me what was going on, what happened, maybe why. I felt the figures etch themselves into my brain- horror. When I fist read the news at 7 this morning, it was 80 people injured. 2 people killed. more than 10 amputated by the blast. Stomach curling screams. Those images, maybe as a person who writes, appeared. But enough about what happened to me, what happened to you? And what can we do, to help you.
Boston, I'm not going to wish you to plough through like this is nothing. Take the time you need to mourn and heal. Take your time to build everything back. Support those who need support, and keep your spirits. Keep Bonded. This is the testing time for the strength of a community. Don't give up, we're all behind you with all the well wishes, and prayers, even from 1000miles away. I'd support you if I could, though I'm a little far away. Perhaps these seemingly empty prayers, will drown out those of the crow criers, those who wish to picket and scorn at the demise of loved ones and neighbours, people you saw in the street or even those who were in front of you buying a coffee or something. Me, I can't be there to stand with you in the silence of the darkest hour. But I'll sit within that darkest hour with you in any way I can.
The depth I feel this at is more than I can explain. And I honestly have no idea why.
Fear not those who rile their petty boards and placards at you. You'll be okay. But don't bear hate in your heart for what they do. It'd be a waste of emotion.
xoxo
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