Something That They Call It, Like...Heart Shaped!

 I am on a world tour! Perhaps on a world tour! But certainly I am not a day dreamer. I have no geography at all in my brains, which but only works on certain imaginative things; as if I am climbing the Alps...riding over the camels on Thar...or skating the ice-chills. But then they are far better than those chills and screams thay have at all in their horrible nights. They all have them because they are heavy in their deeds that even pre-occupy their dreams. I am unlike them! I too think being big some day, like them, and that carries me in the other side of the world where the nights have turned into lights of the day; all cheering throughout, when they were sleeping. So everywhere is snow, soft, and penetrating. For me, they are only falling from the unseen and I am always elevating, restlessly fighting and winning the snow-storm; and of course I am in the almost get up as I have read or can imagine...the travel bag lowering me on my back; the leather palm-shoes upto my knees, making me difficult to walk, with the big snow glass in which are the big dews freezing in the absence of sufficient sunlight and making almost difficult to see, with the woolen head extending upto my ears making difficult to listen; like the lonely traveller lost in some parts of Antarctica...I don't know the place, except the divine seed guiding me upwards through each stretching of its tendril, never ending, covering my palms, like the warm sheep-skin gloves. The more anxious I am in wrapping them all through, more swiftly the seed slips from my reach with an upward displacement and only continues my journey.
I don't know when it will all end, but I am not tired and feeling pleasant.