T.G.I.F

Summer is hot. Obviously. Having performed Friday prayer in Blue Mosque, I fell asleep. I found the right corner to lay down and I was instantly gone. The next adzan woke me up. So I got up with half hangover to ablution point. Then I pray.

Summer is good in the afternoon untill night. Enjoying the view, I laid down on the carpet of green grass around the boulevard. Slow music, nice air, warm sunshine, it was perfect.

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Excuse my woke-up face.

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Sometimes you really can’t talk but you can only write.

I wait, and I wait, to make a new start

A new beginning, but it feels like the end

Not that I know for certain,

Not that I even care,

But if I reach out will you still be there?

And it takes one to know one

And I’m really not sure

If I can put things back together like before

And I wanted to be simple

But everything I see..

I’m trying to see the bright side, the best way I know

The more I look up, the more I feel below

I found some good distractions as far as people go

But with every new one an other gets sore

I followed my convictions

It was good until I got bored

Until a voice beyond the grave kept calling more

I’m really trying to be there, for the people I know

The more we meet up, the more I feel alone

So I look at what surrounds me, and places I go

And the seeds all in this garden start to grow

 

That’s what I feel right now.