They look bright.
They look peaceful.
It makes me want to get a red and white checkered blanket
and lay it in a meadow with
four candles
and just appreciate the beauty.
No one ever appreciates
the beauty
anymore.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
ŞiirI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...
