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Wait a second," Four says. I
turn toward him, wondering which version of Four I'll see now-the one who
scolds me, or the one who climbs Ferris wheels with me. He smiles a little, but
the smile doesn't spread to his eyes, which look less tense and worried.
"You belong here, you know that?" he says. "You belong with us. It'll be over soon, so just hold on, okayHe scratches behind his ear and looks away, like he's embarrassed by what he said.
I stare at him. I feel my heartbeat everywhere, even in my toes. I feel like doing something bold, but I could just as easily walk away. I am not sure which option is smarter, or better. I am not sure that I care.I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe. I stare up at him, and he stares down at me. For a long moment, we stay that way. Then I pull my hand away and run after Uriah and Lynn and Marlene. Maybe now he thinks I'm stupid, or strange. Maybe it was worth it.
"You belong here, you know that?" he says. "You belong with us. It'll be over soon, so just hold on, okayHe scratches behind his ear and looks away, like he's embarrassed by what he said.
I stare at him. I feel my heartbeat everywhere, even in my toes. I feel like doing something bold, but I could just as easily walk away. I am not sure which option is smarter, or better. I am not sure that I care.I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe. I stare up at him, and he stares down at me. For a long moment, we stay that way. Then I pull my hand away and run after Uriah and Lynn and Marlene. Maybe now he thinks I'm stupid, or strange. Maybe it was worth it.
Transformation is my favorite
game and in my experience, anger and frustration are the result of you not
being authentic somewhere in your life or with someone in your life. Being fake
about anything creates a block inside of you. Life can’t work for you if you
don’t show up as you.Falling
in love, we said; I fell for him. We were falling women. We believed in it,
this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire,
so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reversed that, and
love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. The more difficult it was
to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract
and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh.
And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind
of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would
look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would
be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an
amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why
your friends had been evasive about it, at the time,
“And
now," Eric yelled into his mircophone, "we're going to sing a new
song-one we just wrote. This one's for my girlfriend. We've been going out for
three weeks, and, damn, our love is true. We're gonna be together forever,
baby. This one's called 'Bang You Like a Drum.There's always a moment when you start to fall
out of love, whether it's with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it's one
you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word,
a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.
Lovers
and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
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