now now i am now so sad and thirsty my nipples show so small and without a voice I am falling a sleep, a long heavy sleep with you falling in whatever might come in a whirlwind of sorts without a parachute without anything to save me from the cold wind and the rain we might have an umbrella we might not we might feel however we feel so often oh so tired of this and that now, so very tired. Could you please stop talking now I am tired of my voice, I am tired of all the voices of the world. My scarf is my tent, my house, it protects me from the sun and the light, from the cold. I fold in two, I do not take up much space, I am economical and ecological sometimes I wish I could remember your name I wish I could remember