The absence of someone you would die for is like a slow, relentless ache that never truly fades. It lingers in the silence, in the spaces they once filled, in the echoes of their laughter that now feel like distant memories. Every corner of your world feels emptier, every breath+
walked away, drifted apart, or were taken by fate, the absence remains—a constant reminder of what was and what can never be again. It’s not just sadness; it’s devastation, an emptiness that consumes you, making you wonder if you’ll ever feel whole again.
Bir tane eleman, bir tane uykusuz var uyuyamıyor geceleri... Şimdi, canı sıkılıyor bir bakıyor herkes yatmış onun da yatması lazım ama içinden bir şey uyutmuyor onu. Uykusuzluk işte; dünyanın en isyancı, en insanı arayışlara iten şeydir.
- Zeki Demirkubuz