Forget me Don't me Forget me Or Get me Forgive me Or Give me Your Hand Would You Be Mary or Sally Or Marry Me

Yes, Saturday 4.39pm in the office, nobody gives me direction to work. As, nobody insists me to marry you. Now we are separate, seems very far away you to see me to see you. Very well, thanks, and you. Smell you feeds my inner struggle. No need to look summer fashion on the street, your smell is on my skin, as I nose my external layer, I feel you. Cannot imagine how I would hold your hand. Yes, I am a lover, I am in love. Don't kiss me, just look at me, don't stare at me, look at me and talk with your eyes, put some smell on me, I miss you. Yes, it is true. Don't be shy, you miss me too. One plus one is two. That is big lie, once you start with one, stay one, become one, live one. You and me, is like your name, Le me y La you. Leave me or Love me. I don't say, I never said that. From the first moment, through the firsts we discussed, I understand you. You if flower to me, me if bee for you. Be my honey, no mosquito suck my blood. I am naive, give your hand. This winter is snowing, would you marry me. This winter is coming, are you with me. This winter is calling, are you home honey. This coziness, blurring my eyes. Come and help me, let's sail somewhere together. No waves, but a sun dawn would be romantic, right. Right, left, I am running. Please wait, and please don't forget.

P.S: I checked from Google Analytics that you so far never visited this wall. I am painting on this wall for you. Come and see, and don't forget. Never, ever. I wonder if you read all these, would you call me. Since I am not allowed to bother you.

Fry Day Buzz

Honey, I don't put sugar in my tea. Hey, hello, could you hear me. Jam, strawberry jam. Yes, that would be nice. No, I meant the jam, not real berries, ohh no..But my tea..I can't wake up without my Turkish Tea 'n da morning. Well, especially as I am mourning, soaring, roaring,.. But I am rowing my boat towards you. If I go to your school, what grade would you please me. My keyboard is sick of me, putting all this garbage here with fingers typings, rolling, and boring.
It is getting boring sweet 'n spicy friend. If I go to spice bazaar, which spice you would be. If you go to the grocery, which cashier number you would find me. As long as you can find me, I don't worry. I heard you are on vacation for 2 weeks. Why where...See, yesterday's sweet Y, today's spicy Y. Bye.

Wednesday, When is that day? Thursday, so thirsty for you..

Yesterday I couldn't make it, sorry. Today, seems like the end of the week. And, each day my energy is leaving to a synergy of sadness and sorrow. Also put some pain. No, painkillers, I don't like them. I shall not fool myself to sleep and think as if nothing happened. Pain that does not bear the moment of loss without you. While writing these letters, words, or creating my own crossworld puzzle, I am with you somewhere over the rainbow, somewhere around the world. Sensing the environment around me as an illusion of your control. I am missing you, but using you. Sorry, yes, I am using your name to inspire a male female relationship. Indeed it is a ship hosting Le y La. C'est Le per male, and La per female. Y is the bridge, not a questioning Y. Also, Y is like a branch, giving one hand to male, one hand to female, making them become one. I have my way, this way shall end in the beginning of a new beginning. I don't like to see The End, I don't like to see the and. Don't stop it, or cross it. Stay there. Stay calm, wait a few seconds, I am installing a new program to my software. I am getting used to you, I am getting used to live with you. Not without you, cannot without you. Please, don't stop the music, it is getting late, and I need to get back on my seeking for your Y. If I catch Y, then I will be "le", and you will be "la", ok. Promise. You know it. Don't forget it.