12 Mayıs 2019, Pazar
You are the ghost of my past.
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.
Her şeye rağmen bunu söylemeden gitmek istemiyorum güncem...
Her şey çok güzel olacak.
Ne de olsa bir umuttur yaşatan bizi.