#2109

incitme kalbimi, bırakıp gitme.

'âh Bilinmezliğim. hayalinden dahi vazgeçeceğim korkusu sarıyor bazen etrafımı. titriyor içim. hiç istemiyorum. asla gerçekleşmeyecek hayalim olsan dahi, zihnimin içinde, kalbimin baş köşesini bırakıp gitme.

sana kendimi verdim, beni yok etme.

GO TO / IR A

GO TO / IR A https://medium.com/@cleoenfaserem/pictorial-for-a-naked-eye-adult-c047b3d418e7

GO TO / IR A https://medium.com/@cleoenfaserem/pictorial-for-a-naked-eye-adult-c047b3d418e7

GO TO / IR A https://medium.com/@cleoenfaserem/pictorial-for-a-naked-eye-adult-c047b3d418e7

I hear the call of a bird that died out a century ago, Preserved in imperfect recordings Of second-hand whistles, The last ghost of an echo that cannot be heard Over the din of a busy parking lot. The truth of that song, Of the birds that nestled in trees now lost in the ocean, Of the land swallowed by rising seas, Is something we will never know again. Last words are often drowned out by the sound of dying.

Even as the last hollow-boned corpse falls into the water, Even as the bleached white skeleton is slowly overtaken by seafoam, It is rescued by a keen eye And reconstructed as best we can.