Saturday, January 25, 2014
Don't Judge Writers by Their Writings
To write is to lie. Soups, if you don't put any seasoning into it, it may not be tasty. Like writings. A word holds thousand meanings. A paragraph buries thousand lies. A page tells hundred different dramas. Without your knowledge some writers arrange words in a very mind-blowing way, because essentially writings are made to evoke enigmas. For me writings are riddles that could only be understood by its author. Even if there's one who understood, it wouldn't be exactly the same as what the authors have been thinking. You might said a writing tells mournful story or guess it as a happy ending story, but who knows what does it really mean or what does lie on it?
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Things That Most of People Forget
You couldn't judge a fish by its ability to fly, crossing every continent. You couldn't judge a bird by its ability to swim in the arctic. Some people can solve hundreds math problems in an hour. Some can throw the dart exactly to the red point without glancing over it. Everyone was born with their own capability. Things that most of people forget.
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It will always be lovely to listen to the marching sounds of the bells ring from the lambs that wander around in the meadow behind the dormitory. Bursting the stillness, seeping through your vein like musical notes, exciting every electron that remains silent.
Don't want to forget to mention the barking of the dogs which harmonically soothes the urge to shriek inside.
Sometimes you just need the moment to be alone without people intervene every minuscule part of your life, to flash back how did you escape from the last 17 years, not because you execrate boisterousness nor loathe companion but simply because you wanted for it. I like everyone and it bestows me pleasures to make friend with every single person I met in the crowdy road. But the reality is not everyone stands in the same position of your friendship or lover chain. Some people make you happier and you don't want to lose them even for miliseconds, some couldn't stop making you angry with their attitudes and annoyances, some are simply just friends, saying hello and asking how are you then pretend nothing happens in between.
Sometimes I regret of how easy I made new best friends. Especially when I knew I'd move next year. For 4 years. But that's life right? or but that's a collecting-as-many-hellos-and-goodbyes-kind-of adventure right?
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Hareket Ederiz
We're just stardust who live in the stardusts |
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Cases
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Egos
Days go as hot as if we're in June, savoring the abundant photons. Night? What is night? Is it 'you'? Because I couldn't distinguish both of you two's coldness. I lied, I know night well but unfortunately not as well as I knew you. Night, it couldn't be colder than liquid nitrogen. Precipitation, they're unpredictable, just like human. Or predictable, but it won't always be true. They said you have to build a rivalry so it means you have stood for something. But why do we build one? Aren't we all the same? Aren't we all made of stardust? Isn't the place that we're standing right now also stardust billion years ago? So we're the same right? What 'do we have to stand for' then? Our egos?
Well I guess I need to stop sleeping in the otobüs.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Invisible Tiny Threads
Every single thing in this universe happens for reasons. The leaves that shed off of it's stalk, the sand that moves periodically inside of an hourglass, the cranes that migrate for long distance journey, the nervous cells that transmit stimulus to the effector and the ripped fruits that experienced free fall motion from the highest branch of it's tree. Without our knowledge every thing in the world had been connected by invisible tiny strings to each other from a long time ago. Two, thirty two, nine, two, forty three, twenty four, one hundred and ninety. Making sequences that we wish were understandable either digest-able by our brain cells. Our lovers, friendship that we built, family in home, foods that we ate today, bus that we will ride tomorrow, it's connected to us. Some can see how the patterns work. Some are just too blind to realize the existence of such things. These bonds can't be broken nor can be created. You can go so far away from every thing that had been destined to live with you, the point is no matter how far you go the bonds wouldn't be broken off, it's just getting loosened and loosened and you'll comeback to it in an unknown amount of time. The same case also applies when you are trying to fit in into something that wasn't destined to you, you can be a part of it, but one thing that you should remember, you're acting as the supernumerary role not the main role.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Zwei Sıfır Nol أربعة
Moon revolves, earth rotates, season goes without farewells. For 23 hours, 56 minutes and 4 seconds we experience the darkness of thing that we called night and another one is the period when melatonin is produced abundantly.
Graupel falls, wind blows, sun burns without notices. For 27 days and 8 hours we experience the moon dance, showing its expressions from crescent to full.
Differentiation occurs, age increases, people left us with false hopes. For 365 days, 6 hours and 7 seconds, we experience so much unbelievable things
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