Betrayal :: Personal Narrative Writing

Betrayal 1.Desire It is easy to dip in love with bodies. I Breathe skin, lose time to anticipation and pleasure, hair, lips, thighs tangled in other person, I am lost in a jungle. Transcendence. Society teaches us to break a body down we love legs, butts, breasts we take images and get married them into the form of our perfect desire. Like Pygmalion we are desperate to breathe flavor into our conception of beauty, our imagination of a perfect creature. Reality is easily redrawn well-nigh a body whose presence in a place reorganizes the act of the world. Nothing exists but the texture of skin, its taste thick in the minds imagination. Against our carnal world, ideas and numbers fascinatem strange, misplaced, insignificant to desire and love, to connecting with anothers warmth. Trying to fulfill a fantasy, it is the dreamer who is recreated. It is time that is filled in. 2. Characters To a moment we are all characters. In this moment David, the long-term boyfriend (now). Moa , at first betrayer, and then clown, then you (then). There is the self who perceives, creates, and ultimately longs for the deep and endless fall of vertigo (lost between the now and then). And there is Love, so mysterious and equivocal that I sometimes believe it is a character, alive, weaving tendrils around us (love plays with time). But the descriptions might switch names. I could be the clown, and it could be you who plunges yourself into vertigo. And perhaps completely one character could play all the parts. There are several combinations to fit several moods (this is my version that fits my now). 3. Eternity The moment has a way of leaking into other moments. Other moments with other lovers leak into the memory. The lovers, the likes of muddying watercolors, purl into each other. I wonder if I only have relationships with myself. I ask myself the same question over and over till it feels like I am banging my head against a wall, What do I want? I look int o my heart but it is hard to see through the haze of time and desire. Sartre writes that we are indoctrinated with the values of our societies. We can neer be or know ourselves till we escape these. Sartre draws one genius path to freedom, this is radical choice, choosing something totally unconnected to anything, in practice this could only be a random choice.