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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