12 Mayıs 2019, Pazar
saat: 23:05
You are the ghost of my past. Hopes. Dreams. Memories. They are all engraved within your digital library. Yet I cannot come to terms with them. I can't even muster the courage to figure out why it is that I cannot come to terms with them. Probably because times have changed. I am not the kid that I used to be. I have responsibilities. Yet I can also feel you somewhere deep inside. Screaming, in an attempt to come out. Guess you have dwindled down to my deepest hopes. I apologize, but I simply cannot lend an ear to you. I don't know if I'd be able to keep it together if I do. You are that faint whisper that I choose to ignore. The bit that is killing me the most is, for how long more am I going to ignore your whispers? How long more will I endure this meaningless, hopeless life? When will I be able to get back to my own dreams? My hopes? Ah time... I hate you. saat: 23:49 Her şeye rağmen bunu söylemeden gitmek istemiyorum güncem... Her şey çok güzel olacak. Ne de olsa bir umuttur yaşatan bizi. | ||
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