It is getting pretty warm in Istanbul, and as I watch from the left side weather report, Baku is hot as well.
It is not a matter of time anymore.
It is all about making the right moves on time, that's it.
I had good stuff in mind as I was driving to work around midday. Now, all is gone. So, they were fake?
Everyday I cry out her name, and it feels like shoveling the big deep hole underground. I miss those old days, when I used to shovel and I find myself inside the hole at the height of myself. It was good times, because that was a perfect example of my escape from this earthy world. Those desires, greed, pleasure hunters, etc. What I had in mind was very simple and basic. What she has in mind is pretty close to what I got. What irritates me is this long-waited interaction.
I keep shoveling and I know when I will find water.
I do swallow my vitamins and I still feel lousy, just don't want to wake up.
Her present of beads are always kept under my pillow.
She is not here physically, yet she is right next to me.
Still awaiting for the eternal "breath in - breath out"