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

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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

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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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it ' s all too much i decided— the world. it ' s too discouraging and bleak. so i left and walked and found a sunny knoll covered with alluringly soft grass. i lay down, my knees in the air catching a marshmallow cloud between them. from the beautifully blue sky warm sun lazied its way inside of me. i decided this was the life—just existing until dead. there was no use in struggling there could be no peace, only war; no love, only hate; no freedom, only oppression; no hope. i rolled over and noticed the depression in the grass where my body had been. the blades of grass crushed into the dirt, deprived of sun and air, almost mutilated. but as i watched, each blade, in convulsive jerks and resurgent effort, recovered—slowly. each struggled to regain its former position, and each did, pointing proudly to the sky. i sat and thought, and realized that no effort is futile; for is a blade of grass any stronger than a man? 12