Listen, I'll tell you what, man,
I'm saying that your love for him is like the excitement of a new country where a tourist has just set foot. Like the exotic, enchanting and dazzling one you dream of...
Your curiosity is intolerable. It won't fit inside. As soon as you get there, you want to palm every inch of it, turning it into an inversion.
E.g; You want to walk every single street of him. You thoroughly examine the stones laid under your feet; With the sweat of which calloused hands you imagine that the mortar is mixed. In astonishment, "how did they do that... Then... Wow!" next to the lesson (if you can find someone, of course).
While walking on the streets, you touch every architectural structure you see with your hand, and you want to perceive the feeling it leaves on your fingers.
So, you caress those structures with your eyes and you don't pass by easily.
You get pain in your neck from always looking up, but you won't be there.
When they see it, locals begin to think, "I wonder where this is from": They look for clues in their facial features and facial expressions.
For example, your color will be a guide for them in determining their race.
They want to hear the language you speak with their "gramaphone" ears.
Your behavior activates their piecemeal prejudices and it becomes inevitable that they determine "identity"!
Either they will execute you; or proclaim them sovereign.
But they are still hospitable at that street corner. They don't give up on secularism!
They approach you and give directions.
If you're mute, your hand comes into play. Your face is so red that your fire reflects on those around you. You watch your own desperation in their eyes.
Even though you tried to pretend you understood what they said, you couldn't make up your ignorance. Not being able to do this bothers you a lot, but you stay silent.
Your complex opens a huge wound under your skin. You are nauseous of yourself. Even if the ground splits, if I enter, you would be ashamed of yourself. But in vain; you stand before these "natives." They, on the other hand, are such experts that they have already read their "soul", through the mirror of their "calm".
Also, the natives of that Country have met many times with people like you; They are experts in tourist behavior. In this regard, your effort to hide is futile.
As if it wasn't enough; In that geography where you are unfamiliar, you often get hungry. You want to sit in every single cafe. You wonder and want to taste every single food that catches your eyes. Better than tasting what's in front of you, "great, yummy!" you teach.
Especially tiredness is foreign to your body and soul. So you seem like an insatiable creature these days.
Your happiness
There may be a reason
Making a way for yourself is like illuminating your future with lights.
All the face of the world
Happiness is wandering your face
It shows love.
Even the climates are not the same, let the feelings and people be one.
And bird sounds are the colorful breaths of nature.
You watch people, from the shoe to the hairstyle. If you have one, you can comment. Otherwise, you'll make up your own mind!
You plan new discoveries all the time. You turn the map over and over. You put a cross on what you see.
So, you see, my good friend, in that new Land, you are locked in a chain of endless adventures.
I mean, his mouth drooled before he could even see Him.
If so, I say; If only you had not seen Him and collected some saliva!
You ask why? Just after seeing Him; that is, in that limited time period, you will not have dreams. You will fall into the void. Therefore, I wish you hadn't shattered your dreams, I say. At the very least, you would have an elusive utopia and be excited that you could see Him one day.
And as a matter of fact, you'd be left with your dreams that haven't been shattered yet.
What's more, you might have lived as long as a butterfly.
When you think about it, it's unreachable.
Maybe would live a little longer than a normal butterfly.