It's hard watching something you love destroy itself, to see it fall apart. Disaster always feels so distant, detached. Someone else's struggle on some faraway place. It is not till it is at our doors that we realize how fragile we are, all of us, all of this... And when it came down, it came down hard. And we fell. We buried ourselves in anger and fear... ...The truth is, no one watched, no one saw, or wanted to see. Tragedy is invisible, people turn away from it, or run from it if they can. And it is hard knowing that you belong here, that your purpose lies amongst all of this pain.
But someone's gotta be there... To pick it up, to push back. Put the first piece back toghether. Put us all, back together...