clear the skies.

[kuangning]

You heard me. Forget replaying and rehashing footage that we've almost become accustomed to, in the hopes that you can rip the scabs off and make the tears flow because it's an Anniversary. 8 AM to 10 AM, Sep 11th of every year, give us two hours of complete silence -- no speeches, no parades, no nothing -- and let us have empty skies. Ground the flights out of respect instead of fear, and I can't speak for everyone, but I know that I will have more respect for you, because just once money didn't come first. Because you didn't attempt to crowd in commercials amidst conspicuous displays, because you didn't mouth words of sympathy while counting up the profits. You didn't pay lip service to remembering, ban foreign flights out of "concern for security" while allowing American flights to fly -- why?

Give us all the things we need most -- space, and time, to heal, to clear our heads.

Clear the skies.

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[kaolinfire.livejournal.com]

I think I could live with a nasty little penchant for disgusting limericks or even some bad haiku. I could write a story around bad haiku. Angst-drenched teenage rhymes that fill three pages, with the i's dotted with hearts... that would be difficult to live with. I might have to attend a workshop to get it exorcised. Hell, I did my time with teenage angst. Of course, mine was death metal poetry... then the post-teenage-love bug hit me, and that was pretty bad (but I think not worse).

And now, I just don't write. I think because my understanding of what makes good writing has far surpassed my ability to create it. I can look at any idea that makes the slightest budding peep and SQUASH it as assinine or underdeveloped or uninteresting... (which I know is not a good attitude, but...?)