Rightly

When you are alone,

You can dream of sleep

You can pray

You can try to join hands with yourself

Because no one watches, ergo no one cares, ergo

You are unbothered and really free.

I think that's something to be treasured.

We don't have Russian pieces for lives (these days)

You can engender any

Thing/ Things.

You turn out happy, you

try yourself right, with correct emotions, in the context

of sorrow you coolly lust for (although,

fine, it's done on occasion); even if you dare to

Dalloway three times in a day, in a

day, in one toothlessly truthful & tactless day; I

may not forgive you.

And I will certainly not

love you, for you

are too selfish.