I'm numb, aimless. I lost everything. I lost everything that made me who I am. Where are my joy of living, where are my eyes, where are my hopes, where are my dreams? They all boarded the ship in my heart from the sea of my soul.
The snowflake does not know that he is the cause of the avalanche. Oscar Wilde. You think you're running away and you shoot yourself. James Joyce
I have locked my hopes, dreams, happiness,expectations, reproaches, joys, and purpose in a wine cellar forever so that neither I nor anyone else can reach it...
That wetness, that wetness is just my moisture. It's okay if you don't see that I'm ashes from my ashes again. Let me be the lonely fairy of the deserted city. While the tulips are wilting. A solo ache on my left side. A sad song is playing on the radio...
When my pain is between me and the wind, the threshold of my life is not the king of love, but the arrival of silence. I passed on to the greatest selflessness, I remained silent again. My name is not the name of pain, and my name is not the mountain of pain.
The one who seeks does not know what to look for, If he does not know, he asks questions, O dear, whose heart is not satisfied, Lack is not a bird, but a pure hope.
"I've burned in bigger fires than I've ever lit." Marguerite yourcenar, fires. "The wound doesn't hurt when it's hot, nurse. It hurts once it's cold." Reşat Nuri Güntekin.
Instead of your eyes, you open your heart to see a hope, a small ray of light at first. Like your hands that you rub against the wall, you want someone to keep you warm in your heart.
Write, write, write my tiredness to life. What do you need ink? Touch my tears and write. Write down the longing for the old me in my heart. Write it down, write down my heartbreak.
We people; while you can live what we couldn't live finished us; It's not what we imagine when we don't have it. What is the world like? What can you imagine? What do you allow the person to experience?