H.A.Y.D.İ.
Ground control to major Home,
It's probably just a small place
With a lot of land around it, on a hill.
Counting eleven, ten, nine, eight, and six,
Sister calls me crying, I miss you so much.
I tell her, oh baby, please enjoy the party.
Amsterdam thank you, thank you very much.
yes. it took me a while, and I love you too.
It’s okay to be mean sometimes. It’s okay to mean sometimes. Mean it, Mom! Mean it.
The rain fell for a day to keep me inside.
Must be a place of solitude, a mental solitude
It's an attitude, that I know very well
But, a physical place?
I left the house to see two friends. It’s not the years I’m counting but how much for a coffee and mostly my working pens. Always ending up seeing more faces, two is a small number when you’re not in love.
A plane ticket is a full stop, but it’s with commas that we proceed. here I am
on the bus stop
or in it.
precisely how I like my waiting
with an old man next to me, carrying opaque bags with no shape of a particular object, god knows for what-also waiting, maybe for his surprise, or in life a complete lack of it.
packing contempt. for it to hold we need tape. the exact amount of pressure to open the door, hidden in my muscle memory, push it. you know,
read me.
Can you tell I don’t like sleeping?
Though I've flown one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And before too long I know it's time to go
Our commander comes down back to earth, and knows
no-no-notify the IND, online check-in. control is the title. To continue years after an unfinished thought, is it considered cheating?
The thing is, I’ve been telling you, we have a garden. What happened to that girl? I wanted to ask her when she was leaving.
On the ninth day God created the hand-luggage. And before we thought everything was seamless. I can’t tell you how excited I feel.
Oh her? I think you missed it.
But enough.
You are allowed to laugh at us. You are allowed to dance tonight, and to whisper in the club by the bar. You are allowed to puke when no one is around, and to not like us, not everyday at least. You are allowed to not reply, and to love a stranger thing.
Counting five, four, three, and the rest. we keep,
we keep,
I'm keeping on my costume
calling it a writing tool
And if you're thinking of me, I'm probably thinking of you
we keep,
maybe we keep too much. paralyzed then to weigh our days, this strength we hold by the pinkie on our arms.
I will never buy you flowers.
I will never buy you poems.
I will never not make a point.
Keep the pace going.
maybe we keep too much.
Already before the bedtime I was lost. crying a lot. with good timing.
I dreamt of taking care of a sick person,
kissing them letting
all the fluids and germs
traverse through lips and tongues
and I dreamt of having no problem with it.
Hi, yes, I just moved here.
All of the ghosts, people you love
Even your friends don't want to know
But you can depend on every note
Over the end of every road.
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H.A.Y.D.İ. ,hep aynı yerde duranlara inat
Here I come.
Görüşürüz, bilinmez, love you,
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