Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

how to describe the off moments...
got nothing truly to say, except that so far i spent longer in dreams than awake today, and woke to find plans broken, and made new ones.
the bridge broke, and families were broken, hopefully both can be put back together.
Tragedy asks a lot of its victims. But it was hard to remain sympathetic when the next headline down read 144 killed in Baghdad.
What is the worth of a life? Not much these days, and even when those around you are affected, one becomes numb far too easily, and our patterns of thought turn in to… “shit traffic is going to be a mess” how it hits us…. But 2-3 hours waiting for your father to call back, because cell phone lines are down and chances are he wasn’t there, but we were right there just minutes before… maybe he took a different route right?
Right.. he did and he is alive, as is everyone else I know… for now.
And I didn’t want to go to the river at first too afraid that we would see something we couldn’t help… but an hour later I saw no reason why not…. Because that’s the way it is… and the cops had it all sealed off, so all you could really make out… was cement in the distance, cement that didn’t look right at that angle…. And everyone walking around trying to see what they could see. Lots of lights, no sirens. Lots of cops standing around doing nothing. Im sure there were rescuers somewhere but this tragedy seemed handled within a few hours… as hopes dimmed of finding survivors.