Something that occurs to me from time to time when I think of my life. I feel like I missed out on a certain kind of life, even though I know somehow that was never mine. Perhaps I left childhood far too early and unwillingly. I don’t believe in Fate or at least not as it is usually spoken of. I have no gods or superstitions. Yet sometimes I wonder about the universe and time. If there are other realities: Perhaps we were needed here. The one that burned was set afire. This one had to be like this so wrong yet it was like this and in the others? Even if we never see each other again and even if you never read this. Just here: this is our dead letter. I just hope you all find and keep that smile. Okay? Remember me kindly. Let’s all keep on keeping on.
Published by Agnes S Kamalnath
Agnes S Kamalnath was born on August 3rd 1988. For Agnes writing is taxing; it often leaves her feeling drained. Sharing the deepest part of oneself can be painful, but it brings her joy. This act of creation can be a double-edged sword: both destructive and constructive. Her poetry has appeared in the Fall 2013 issue of S/tick, and in the December 2013 issue of Dead Flowers: A Poetry Rag. Agnes studied in the United Kingdom, completing her A-Levels at Mander Portman Woodward and attending university, majoring in Chemistry with Biochemistry at Queen Mary University of London (QMUL). She received a 1st in Heredity & Gene Action. A 1st is the highest mark awarded in the British System. It is rarely awarded. Agnes earned her B.A. in Philosophy from the University of La Verne, which is located in southern California in the United States of America. View all posts by Agnes S Kamalnath