things are queer 2.

I picture myself throwing up water, the river, oh the ocean, every night I go to bed.

It helps me sleep well with good thoughts and I sing myself a lullaby.

I try to picture the lullaby Elephant singing it to me, with his ears constantly flopping in the air, and he would always sing with my mom's voice. And he gets stuck in the same part, because as a child, there was a word in the lyrics that I didn't know and I never figured out what the exact word is or what it meant.

And I picture birds and the baby lambs sleeping under a tree on a hill peacefully, but only the moon busy, leading gold and silver beads to the east.

Good night.