Another World
Diane Lee
Feel the sad feeling eating you up When you open up that drive and force-walk through the recollection of memories . Amazing how vivid they reform and Amazing how parts of your body remember the according happiness so precise .
Piece of corniche land located halfway up a small hill , embowered by bigger brother hills that stand in such grandeur and wardship that even the sun cannot peep in until afternoon , and even then can only traipsingly caress nooks and corners of the holy land for two hours at most and fade away behind the brothers . But the majestic epiphany of the sun — light , warmth , stamina , signs each houses to squirt out cherubs , clothed glowing and vivid in winter , that join up into a drumming cavalcade of childly , unrestrained footsteps .
There was a girl that reminded me of a fledgling , a skylark soaring around her own Sky — large but desirable , and certainly practicable — she , a messenger that piloted us , the bunglers , to celestial places with healing gests and guiding spirit . Her perversely pure nature infectiously attractive , her name a Nepalese combination of the word ‘ love ’ and ‘ universe ’.
A cataclysm , a tragedy , they ’ d say , and continue on . Likes and shares they ’ d offer , and continue on .
If you are overwhelmed with present-time dysphoria , ask the fledgling : how dark of a time is this ? and she ’ d still say : I love you , my sisters and brothers .
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