title: every piece, every little piece of you, is peace
I am in love with this book <3
The Walls of Our World
Written in Sprink, 2001
by Daniel Armand Lee
Taken from "Pieces of You" copyright 2009
A conversation with Sandra is like swimming in a Pollock painting: words, expressions and hands flutter and mix, raw and brilliant. She makes speech purley physical. I lose the meaning of her sentences and throw myself into the storm of her lips.
But, I remind myself, I have a job to do.
"Tell me about last Saturday," I say. "Tell me."
Her eyes widen in excitement as if she has anticipated this very question, this chance to expose herself. Like a budding actress speaking her debut lines, she wets her lips with her tongue and draws in a long breath that threatens to inhale the whole room.
"I danced and danced, toes and heels pecking the earth like brids feeding," she answers.
Sandra always speaks like this: poetry at the speed of a subway train.
"Where was this?" I ask, watching nothing bu her lips.
"In the rain. I danced between the strips of rain."
"This was Saturday?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure, Sandra? It didn't rain on Saturday."
"It didn't rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass."
"That sounds very painful."
"No, it sounds beautiful."
Everything she says is beautiful. Her lips are a fountain with words brimming; I, with my hands cupped, wait for them to overflow.
I glace over at the white booklet laid neatly on the top right-hand corner of my desk. A handbook for psychiatrists and their patients: 'Therapy does not involve sex'. Warning signs. But when Sandra speaks, I forget about the roles we are paid to play.
"Rescue me," I say.
"What?"
Let's dance together, speak together, compose sentences that will bridge the space between my chair and your couch, between my sterile white dress shirt and your ubuttoned blouse.
"Nothing," I hurriedly say.
"You can have me," she says.
"What?"
"you can have me and take me wherever you want."
Her words make hte marble pillars fall; office walls cave in; phone numbers disappear from the rolodex; and appointment cards burn to cincer, leaving nothing but Sandra and I, hand in hand, waiting to rescue each other. But it's too late for either of us to be saved.
I love that one. It's the shortest one that I love. It's my second favorite after "The Rat". This is one of the more milder ones, and it only has innuendos. But it's amazing. I was surprised that Tablo could have wrote such amazing things at a young age. Most of them are written when he was 19-21. It's mind blowing. I knew he was talented but woah. Seriously. While reading this book I find myself constantly making sure it's the same book. The book has swearing, and wide range of vocabluary. Not only sometimes vulgar but a lot of words I've been having too look up. Lulz. Either I'm dumb or Blo's got some amazing vocabulary. Basically, I love this book. I'll be reading it more than once I can tell.
Other then me recieving my book and me reading it like not tomorrow nothing has really happened at all. I've been calm and work is been okay. Nothing is really stressing me out. I guess that's an upside. I think.. Am not sure yet, but I'll get back to you on that. Except for the fact I feel so fat today. Like bloated gross fat.
I think my dream for being a translator has crashed into millions of pieces. X0 knows way more than I do, and *I* am the one taking the chinese class. I guess it's my own fault. Eh. Who knows. But I'll still try my best.
In school we are signing up for senior classes. I'm so afraid of it. I only need 2 credits to graduate. What am I going to do with all my extra spare classes? What am I going to do after graduation? I really don't want to think about it. I'm afriad of what's awaiting for me next year. I hope something doesn't go wrong, or I don't do something dumb. I'm afraid. I really am.
Speaking of being afraid I have 11 days until my birthday. Today is day "Ryeowook" with my fangirl status as high has it is, I count down using SUJU. Yeah talk about true love right? Anyway I will be turning 17. And frankly. I have no plans for my birthday. I'd just love it if my friends just came over and watched movies stuffing their faces with food with me. Well. Basically XK and X0. Just us watching Asian Movies...Or some type of drama. (((: I'm not sure yet. But it'd be amazing. I should get that planned out. Since I have friday AND Saturday off of work that week (((:
I'm also counting down until Friday. Chord's album is offically release, and KO3 is coming out. I can't wait to hear Chord and watch George. Ah. The joys I still have with Taiwan.
The last thing I'm coutning down till. Is 3JIB. It's been romoured that the 13th of March it will be released. I'm being total ninja looking for it everywhere. Leeteuk and Hyukjae mentioned on KTR how the photoshoot has been finished, so no dramatic hair changes. I'm still wondering their new image. It's also rumoured it's 'sexy'. I hope it's more like sexy sophisticated vs. mirotic sexy. They better not go Mirotic sexy. I'll be so dissapointed. I cannot see Kyuhyun or Sungmin...even Wook trying to pull that off.
Xiao Ling