Sometimes, focus so much on the thoughts that I lose track of my own feelings. I confuse the turmoil inside with the calm on the outside, and in those moments, while I give everything to get what u’re thinking, I only encounter the silence.
“ Günlerden sonra bir gün,
Şayet sesimi farkedemezsen
Rüzgârlarin, nehirlerin, kuşların sesinden
Bil ki ölmüşüm.
Fakat yine üzülme, müsterih ol,
Kabirde böceklere ezberletirim güzelligini. “
Maybe the soil of the things we strive to grow flowers is dry, maybe they’re just in the wrong pot. Maybe all our efforts are just making us tired. Just need to accept and need to see what is visible..