Bruxelles ma belle

I can’t find the right words to describe my feelings. There’s so much going on and I can’t make any sense of it. You are trying to find out as much information as possible, but you still can’t seem to understand. You are constantly checking if everyone you know is alright and then if there are others that aren’t. You are left with questions you don’t know an answer to and these questions aren’t going away.

There’s this feeling of disbelief when you wake up to the news that there had been several bombings in a city not far from where you live.

There’s this feeling of disbelief when you see a building that’s been blown up on the news, when you know that you’ve been there countless times before.

There’s this feeling of disbelief when you see lots and lots of images of people who are hurt and injured and you don’t know how people can do that to someone else.

You try to watch the news to find out more even though the news itself doesn’t know it all. They are also searching for answers and trying to figure things out. You are left in a state of uncertainty and it’s slowly eating you from the inside. You don’t know what’s happening. You don’t know what will happen next. Everything is vague and unclear.

When the first proper news comes your way, you are struck with pain. Pain of all the people who were there. Pain of all the suffering. There’s news coming in that you just can’t believe. The number of people affected, the amount of damage that has been done. It’s impossible to imagine how that must have been and it’s impossible to imagine that it actually happened. But it did, it did happen and there’s nothing you can do to make it undone. The only thing you can do is help.

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