Zest کے بول

I waul, what's that I begin to crawl. I cuddle on a wall there are moving colours eyes in flowers. I think I'm under a bloody shower and someone shrivels me up. Now I simmer down and I'm lying down. I see the moving colours and hear the laughing flowers. I feel a comfortable warmth 'cause I really know what to do and what to choose to feel a zest. I need a zest to crawl. I need a zest to fall.