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9.11.01

I�m stuck in the middle.

I�m stuck in the middle of an uncertain yet
monotonous world filled with destruction and disillusionment � a world pervaded by power, a spiraling grip that transcends down the nuances we call reality.

I�m stuck in the middle of a country attacked, a
Country stunned and stripped down to its impulses, a people
externalizing their unique and innate perceptions of a reality shaken.

I�m stuck in the middle of my own faceted thoughts.
As I ingested others reactions throughout the day I listened to my self
deal with the metamorphosing conversations that crossed my
consciousness thought.

I�m stuck in the middle between anger and apathy.
My need for a justified response battles with my hope for an end to all this madness and catastrophic hate. While I dream of a world where
people do not desire control of anyone else�s reality, especially destroying and closing thousands upon thousands like today, I depend upon a societal contract that relies upon an eye for an eye mentality. I hope for an end yet I call for a reaction.

I�m stuck in the middle of passion and passiveness.
I am hindered within a life defined by its and my own uncertainty of
justice. We live in a world that operates upon this inability to understand. We are a global society divided geometrically amongst itself, each faction struggling to manipulate its power hold, every individual struggling to address to their own powerlessness. Experiences like today's leaves us
aware of our weakness and in dealing with that, initial reactions overshadow any conscious effort of man as a whole to concede towards a movement to cease this cyclic momentum
of control and hate.

I�m stuck as what to do. I just hope that I will overcome this sentiment swallowed, which leaves most of us debased and
Incapable of truly inciting change.