Bir kadın ve bir adamın trajik aşk hikayesiymiş.
Gencecik yaşta başlarına böyle neler neler gelmiş? Zaten işlerin bu noktaya varacağı ta en başından da belliymiş. Yüzünü anımsamıyorum ama belli ki eleştirileri kulağımda yer edinmiş. Klişelerden bir battaniyenin altına uzanıp karanlıktan şikayet de edermiş. E kendini göremeyen herkes, gözlerini başkalarının anlarına dikermiş. Kanıtlanmış ürkekliğine rağmen kocaman cümleleri çok da severmiş. Bu direndiğim kaos kendini evrim zanneden bir kostüm partisi mi yani? Herkes üstüne giydiklerinin içine yakışmayı öğrenerek buralara kadar gelmiş. Ben de vaktinden sonra anılmış bir kahraman kılığında mı onlara katılmalıyım? Sorduğum cılız sorulara alamadığım cevaplara takılıp takılıp kalıyor aklım. - I am going to breathe a word to you now. It lacerates her to adjust her surroundings, just sit still, and belong. Triggers a certain feeling of uncertainty, and then she knows that she does not have to own a place to make it hers nor she does to fall from where she is, and for who she wishes. No matter how unrealistic, ignore what they think this seems. You don't have to believe in everything popping up in your head. Rest it for a while, on the window to your left, wear off whatever it is that did not belong to you, this journey has many starts, and is within and through. How many different forms can she take until you can see her? Then the light flows through her uneasy, bumptious posture. When her colors match her surroundings, and she is far from departure, there is no need to wait for an end, and no need to dedicate. There is a storm hidden behind the heavy clouds over there. And it is not moving but you are going into it, straight. Over the little hill, to the ocean side of your front door. When she could not pull round and look into your eyes before. There is a storm clearing away as her touches deepen to explore. and she grows, not just up, but whatever goddamn direction that she chose. Watch the raindrops sliding on the window of a safe place. Gaze at her as she walks to you, and away. Sliding together calls for such a harmonious way and if she catches you in the mids of your chaotic day know that you will not be judged or shown the way. Pick yourself a star to lead you to the path, and care for it kind. She is not claiming the sky but there are constellations on her mind. Melis Erdogan
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Melis Erdoğan
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February 2024
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