Chronology is over rated. Picking up where you left off, over rated.
Do you ever hear a word and repeat it back to yourself? Strange, how letters make words. Words make something else. Ideas, feelings. Nepal. It’s a strange word, Nepal. Sounds strange, feels strange when you say it out loud. Nepal. An attack on the senses so confounding, I beg we speak with closed eyes for fear of exertion, cardiac style.
Be never fooled. Five little letters cast a mighty shadow. A grey cloud waiting to be melted away. It’s a word that claims siblings of equal fascination in the eyes of a distant dreamer. Brothers and sisters eager to tell their endless and remarkable tales, all within arms reach.
Close enough to tell secrets, trade smiles, blow kisses. Good stuff.
So incomplete do the mad children feel after 24 years…the weight of hands yet shook, every day become increasingly unbearable. The pull, every day forever on, life is only just beginning.
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No one tells the birds when it’s time to fly, they know.
