During the friendly soccer match between Turkiye and Azerbaijan, I could not support any sides, only wish that the score will be a draw, no goals at all. I looked at each Azeri player as the Zahir. That was a strange feeling. The game was not entertaining at all. I wasn't watching the game, even. It was just like a mirror to her heart, or mind, somewhere around her neck, maybe just a quick hick-up. I would have baloons/balloons flying over the big stadium, crying out the letters carefully selected, or hand-picked from the garden of her name.
The load of work is in queue right now, and the most strange thing is happening right now, having no idea about the upcoming future. Sometimes, I feel like I am praising the highest mountain in the world. Telling all about her trees, flowers, bugs, sweets, and all the creatures and flora covering her. Beneath the ground, there are all kinds of gem. I am supposed to be a gem for her, and she discovered this quite a long time ago. For now, this gem is buried way down the beautiful flora covering all over the land. I am simply curious, how much further oxygen do I have in my nostrils that soon I will lie down and realize I am lost.
All I trying to do here is to shout out my existense, long awaited feelings with well-preserved aroma. My desire will never go stale, and it will evaporate if she doesn't put her lid on me. That's the whole story.
Days are counting down, and this is the only motivation growing within...and without?