Crazy Ravings On The Bridge Of Oblivion, Paperback Book, By: Heidi Mohammed

When we imagine that we feel glutted with speech, and we need to exercise love, we see ourselves taming ourselves, obeying its fluctuations, only to discover that this bloating is a blessed burden, or perhaps it is an ominous one. From here I drew a picture. I saw that there was a little girl who was over ten years old and still carried in her diary the genes of feeling and writing love forcefully. once openly and three times secretly, and after she had passed the age of thirty or so, she went into labor on the bridge of oblivion! Perhaps she wants to knead the pain with a smiling hope, whose first screams are incomprehensible lisps of love! On the suspension bridge, she was squeezing through the pain, then she fell asleep to imagine her child’s lisps, which became powerful tones of love, whose music was a witch’s wand, the scepter of a crazy queen, and a book that she carried weakly after weakly carrying it, and its separation stagnated for years until the hour of birth came between these pages! Heidi Muhammad