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

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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.

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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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people are always telling us that we should plan out everything in our lives—even love. she ' s like that too, she ' s so serious at times, taking all the problems of the world on her shoulders. but she also has her crazy, silly i-don ' t-give-a-damn moods when nothing anybody says or does could keep her from having a blast. then she slips quietly back into thought again, thinking of what will be for us tomorrow. but i only care about today—this moment; the two of us together—we ' re one. i don ' t think about tomorrow. when i hold her close to me i feel very important: like i own the whole world. nothing else matters to me. softly she drew a small imaginary target-like circle on my chin with her index finger; another on my forehead; another around the end of my nose; and finally one on my lips. then, in order, she delicately kissed me in the center of each circle. you missed, i said. a slight grin slowly appeared on her serious face and she said, guess i ' ll have to try again . . . touch me now, f r they keep telling me it won ' t last. 9