Unbroken :: essays research papers

Unbroken     I wouldnt know how to describe a painting or a sonata, but I spate assuresomeone how I feel, though they rarely know what I mean. delivery fail me often,but nobody notices. They arent listening anyway. One person knows me. WhenI talk to him I feel like a knife in a drawer, because my words remove power.The possible damage would be irreparable.     He and I are like a house falling apart. Our paving is askew and ourmailbox is missing. It is painted pink and yellow. We love it, its unique.Last night I stomped my feet through the floorboards because I expected to feelmy toes in the earth. I pushed my hands through the ceiling and kicked downthe walls. I know he wonders why I do things like that. I just wanted to letsome air in. I said, "Look hon, now we can see the stars." He brushed off thedebris and put me to bed. He wont sleep tonight.     His thoughts stay up with the moon trying to exercise th e demons in hismind. Too intelligent, too spiritual for his own peace. A sha valet de chambre, unstuck intime. A stroke of genius and a slap in the vitrine of this world. Always restless,searching for answers. Impulsive and inspired, writing down his thoughts.Funny stories rough Elvis and his followers, the Elvi, or dirty poetry.Painting his visions on sheets that hang from the eaves or painting me withpsychedelic designs. It doesnt matter which. All of it makes me want himmore.     Some things I say to him are like sour notes played too often. Im egressof tune. He always sings along. Our waltz is better than most, I suppose. Weknow the locomote by heart. The world moves quickly around us and our quiet drunken pace, but we dont care. Our minds move quickly despite this worldspetty distractions. Its us and them, and were the merely two sane people left.     He makes me nervous, still. His dreams are bigger than twain of us.When we speak t he words fall from my lips. They arent enough to explain who Iwant to be. I am so flawed. He says, "Sometimes people have imperfectionsthat are worth living with. Youre a little eccentric. Its part of yourcharm." This man knows me, and loves me anyway. He is crazier than I am.     Eight years might as salutary be a thousand where were concerned. Historyhas roots that go deep. They go to the center of the earth and back and wrap