Arizona State University - Sun Devil Spark / Sahuaro Yearbook (Tempe, AZ)

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6 college campuses are illuminated at night; moths shroud the light with their transparency and cast a false shadow on the ground below. the shadowed fountains are saturated with grime and the trash of the day —maybe week. beneath the lamps the grass glows an ephemeral green, then fades to nothingness. in the penumbra, bicycle stands wait sluggishly for tomorrow ' s rush. the no parking signs are useless. the bermuda on the mall has been cut in stringent, orderly rows the long straight lines broken by the paper offal of unheeded student demonstrations and the glittering scrap abandoned by towering artefacts that commemorate their own influence over university budgets. off in a window a transistor circuit diagram hangs adjacent to an abstract canvas. suicide is the third leading cause of death among students.

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. . . then i saw that life was more than just having fun. the bad times became just as important as the good. now there are times when i feel loneliness as well as love, and the wounds of childhood bitterness heal less quickly; now there are times when i feel hateful as well as hopeful, as the resiliency of youth yields to the staidness of age; now those good times have been balanced by the bad and i am confused.

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touch me now, for they keep telling me it won ' t last. our fatalistic generation has a tendency to enter relationships crying but he laughs with me now. when i first felt the warmth of him in my thoughts i was frightened fora touch of friendship can burn. we can burn one another like two suns of different colors —strange lights and rainbows caused by one for the other and i was afraid i couldn ' t s ee into his grays. but we can see into the darkest corners of each other now. we are both in different worlds, but we share a myriad of thoughts and moods; at times we can read each other ' s minds. he lives one day at a but i can plan our tomorrows for us; we smile now, and feel the grass beneath us; the air, the wind. the day is warm, so we bask in the warmth. i looked at him and said, so what? laughing, and he asked, why did the chicken cross the road? i answered laughing, well, black and white and read all over! he takes my hand when we walk because it is there; by holding hands we become one.