Free writing
Sometimes I smile and I don’t even know why I’m smiling. It like as if I have seen a dog kicking a bucket. What if the bucket dies? I don’t even know how to say what I’m saying. Even it seems as if malaria has been walking right in front of me, escorted by three mosquitoes. One is in pink, another blue and the other has no color. Is it colorless?? Me my color is drench. I love drench. I can’t even describe what it looks like. Maybe it tasted like a banana. But some bananas also! They taste like water. I wonder where they are grown. The buses which be red and purple cannot be compared to these bananas. I have remembered something I wanted to write about. A pot! When a pot goes to the river to fetch water, how does it drown? Even if it drowns, how does it get out of the water? Those are the mysteries of life my dear. My dear I’m just a book. I need to be opened like the way a carrot is chopped in pieces and re chopped and then it becomes like crystals. I love crystals, especially ge