spending days

spending days and nothing comes after or before
all the experiences lost the meaning
if love still exist what for?
i need a window on my wall for seeing
what makes my heart exist
upon of the land
down from sky
i know...my love is just at side-by
never think of end
never think of infinity
as careless in dignity
when you are far away from me
close to north of the world
and my feelings do not know the borders
do hearts have customs?
if yes...
you are a smuggler
if no...
no need to waste time for coming together
with in/out dreams
do you really, still belive the world looks like it seems...
to be?
I saw your soul
more than close to me...

(istanbul 19th August)