Happiness and death. Death and happiness. Different and the same.
One is no laughing matter, But neither is the other.
We all find it, and lose it. Some find it when they lose it. Everything is the same.
Then the rain comes down,
Drowning me in a sea of black and white. Nothing ever changes.
Not their thoughts, or their expectations. Especially not their disappointment. The only way to escape, is to fly away.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
live out loud
Şiira collection of the thoughts that i have that are hard to share 2019 update: basically a book that i update whenever i feel like a worthless human being
