Lauren Lee’s Reviews > The Waves > Status Update

Now there was only the liquid shadow of the cloud, the buffeting of the rain, a single darting spear of sunshine, or the sudden bruise of the rainstorm. Solitary trees marked distant hills like obelisks.

You are not listening to me. You are making phrases about Byron. And while you gesticulate, with your cloak, your cane, I am trying to expose a secret told to nobody yet; I am asking you (as I stand with my back to you) to take my life in your hands and tell me whether I am doomed always to cause repulsion in those I love?

There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, ‘consume me.’

My blood must be bright red, whipped up, slapping against my ribs. I see every blade of grass very clear. But the pulse drums so in my forehead, behind my eyes, that everything dances the net, the grass; your faces leap like butterflies; the trees seem to jump up and down. There is nothing staid, nothing settled in this universe. All is rippling, all is dancing; all is quickness and triumph.