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10. The Paradox of the Storm

This is why we can't have happy endings:
The universe is a spectrum of paradoxes.
We earned stares when we arrived
holding hands at the front of your house but nobody is talking.
They let us be, and they don't let us be
at the same time.
I shrug and say, let me tell you something like what I feel now,
a songwriter names his saddest song to date, 'Happier,'
and you smiled as I go on mumbling.
The wind blows one after another,
until they make a cyclone so fierce
it has an eye---
which is it's calmest part.
The irony is steel, and the joke you didn't saw.
Why'd you think of these things, you ask
before you go inside, your little brother is peeking at your window, calling your father.
I shrug again and say,
paradoxes, paradoxes,
like how our bodies are colonized by cyclones, and our hearts might be it's eye.
There is a reason the heart breaks,
in little intensities, like in this moment,
maybe we aren't capable of feeling the pain more than this.
A sober version of this feeling might have done better,
but we cherish the
alcohol, the truth-teller
because this is a paradox and a gamble.
See? You go inside your house, but you actually go outside
of my orbit,
like this was foolish
but true at the same time.
I walk away, and the stares becomes
a little less hostile, because I was here inside the eye,
which is our story's calmest part.