Let us sleep Please

Naphthalene.
Tincture Iodine.
Petrol.






......And the medicine which will make us sleep.

YOU TELL STORIES SIMPLY. I AM TRYING TO LEARN TO TELL THAT THING SIMPLY TOO. Can you be a guide?

I don’t feel like writing. Yet this is practice. At some place time remembrance dashboard editing screen or whatever . We have been doing characterization all over since ages since time since transport since whatever. I know she knows the thing. Yet she is the mother. Yet she is the lover. Yet she is to be loved. And we do stuff less things, songs, analogies……..she knows it though. We quarrel unnecessarily at the streets, we stop someone at the streets when the someone resembles our lover but the lover match someone in some way or the other. Her forehead her eyes………….we find it some way or the other whatever. I feel like writing when I think about her. The window is open, goodbye for now to the language to the hell to whatever we will meet tomorrow perhaps………………….for sure.