In endless time, you are once and you are absent
He hastily headed for the door. Even though he said that he would have breakfast with his wife, he said my job is in a hurry, and he quickly went down the stairs to the place where he parked the car.
He was very considerate when he arrived.
On the one hand, he was considered excited, which he had dreamed of for many years.
She had decided to turn her thoughts into reality.
He had done a lot of research and was going through his head like a film strip.
Praying, she turned the ignition.
Now he was on his way to get the last permits.
He walks along the road listening to the radio.
And he was deep in thought.
In fact, the files have reached the ministry.
It was waiting for approval, so some issues were going to be discussed so that approval would be given.
When he arrived in the city, around thirteen o'clock, the weather was quite hot, the traffic was heavy, and he had barely reached the Ministry after an hour. His appointment was at fifteen.
Had a little rest at the cafe
He came out at sixteen, he was cheerful from the ministry.
He had his fill in the same cafe and was on his way to Londra.
Dive into all kinds of thoughts again along the way.
He had come to Londra
On a lonely peninsula far from the city
He had to prepare for the place he was going to build.
He called the company and they started work.
It was said that it would be ready in 20 days.
By the way, his friend, called to see how the laboratory materials are purchased, and we should move everything in about a month.
Salim no problem as we speak
By the way, they went to the hospital with his wife and son, who are doctors like him, now it's up to you, don't wait, I can't come for a long time.
you know
Finally, the day came and he moved and settled.
Laboratory Specialist Dr. and three elements
He slept in thought, excited to start with a total of ten colleagues.
How could he not be excited, he was going to face what was going through his head for many years.
He would begin his experiments, which he told no one but his friend, Salim.
From his youth to this day, he had a lot of experience and important inventions.
Two friends discussed what could be long hours
There was no clear answer to how many brains worked.
It was a probable blood of 10-15%
Of course, every opinion is binding.
What can happen at 30% 50% 100%
They tried to take a nap, and their long discussion was now on the table.
The next day they got up early. The whole day was spent in preparation.
2nd day
The day was now intense, the first experiments had begun.
Of course, some situations and some developments
I don't write these because of the nature of that job.
They are the ones that should be kept secret.
Horrifying as well as pleasing developments were likely.
They were listed as follows:
At thirty percent
1. Instinctive field of view can be opened
2. All types of energy can be felt
3. Logic and reason can open to the third dimension.
Time, they say, has eternity in it, time without end, you exist once and you do not exist.
It was a journey to another realm that didn't come to fruition
It was a snowy winter evening.
That evening, my brothers and I were again lined up around the floor table, eagerly awaiting our meal, and stacking the phyllo bread on our plate in front of us.
Since it was the weekend, my father wanted porridge, pickles both and for dinner every weekend. Since he was at home on the weekend, the food he wanted was prepared. That evening, the meal my father wanted came to the table, and while we were all waiting impatiently for my father to come to the table, my brother said:
"I don't eat porridge! I want another meal!" My mother was enraged when she said, grabbing her hot porridge and stroking my brother's face:
"So you don't like food, huh? Here's food!!" while it was being said. Meanwhile, my brother started to lick the food on his face, which was runny, in a confused state. He regretted what he said, but he ate the porridge. On the other hand, we had a laugh while looking at my mother in a stern sweat. He was threatening us with how many eye signs to say to us, "I'll show you tomorrow!" and beating us with his hard looks, but we were still laughing!
We were like dead winning the battle for life
resurrected in each other's bodies
It was a journey to another realm.
Ticket cut out for love!
Everything has its own math
which cannot be solved by four operations
It leads to the existence of the fifth process on the horizon of thought.
My mother's reaction to not liking the food was on our table. The table got mixed up, the food was spilled, the juice was scattered, our dinner had turned into a mess...
Of course, while my father's lack of food was another problem, we finished our meal with breakfast that evening at the reopened table, with my grandfather laughing and sweetening everything.
And my memory has never forgotten this sweet event dinner we had years ago, like other memories. When I get together with my siblings from time to time, this beautiful colorful moment is reminded of this event and we relive it with our laughter. When I reminded him of his place in heaven when my father was alive; “Your mother was right,” he says; That incident was a lesson to his brother against his contempt for the blessing!”
Where one is a slave, the other is a slave,
The love tournament between equals.
But where someone is a servant, it is necessary to play God.
I'm missing her
He is my surplus.
We were playing fill-in-the-blanks.
But every game had its end.
Sometimes game break
Sometimes we changed the rules
sometimes collusive
We fought each other.
Sometimes when I am very bad, I bring such memories to light and give myself a morale boost. And those beautiful memories are a hidden power for us to hold on to life.
Now, our house, where those beautiful people are not, is like a cradle of these memories, and it sways like an autumn branch, sometimes sweet and sometimes rainy, with the memory inside it... We, on the other hand, make a journey to the past with the wetness of the rain in our eyes and the sad smiles on our lips from time to time, under this memory.
To love you only need to have a pure heart
I come from a life of slopes, potholes, diagonals.
From a life whose patience, war, resistance, struggle is with himself,
The past tested, as it bore me again
The pain is not attached to the cords I am tied to.
Realizing that I am not dependent on a single breath of life?
To continue on my way without looking at the events that have happened, the events that should be experienced, through blinders.
What a strange creature man is, his age does not matter,
Expanding your perspective as your experiences move forward.
Love is a big word and it comes from respect. To love, it only takes a pure heart and a loving devotion.
Love is not a concept that feudal minds can overcome traditionalist backward norms. These minds do not understand what love is, and they do not have the opportunity to live. Because love is a revolutionary concept that rebels against reactionism and feudal structures. It is active! He does not like the dirty relations of the bourgeois and does not accept relations of interest.
Love is the most beautiful philosophy that those who have the left side of the human spirit, human body, and society at all times and in all periods, strive to overcome.
For example, not to be surprised by anything that is experienced?
Will this happen too? Couldn't he have done this to me?
Due to human chemistry, it is the most prone to ungratefulness.
If it was very strange years ago, I would have met with horror, said that only goodness, humanity, compassion, kindness is important in the world, I would be devastated.
I am actually very scared.
Is it extinct? the values I mentioned.
Is it a luxury to need the warmth of a hand, as you fall off those slopes, pits and diagonals?
How many grams can a word of good morning without greetings weigh?
Love is the morale tank that self-confidence gives us. A pure heart has the capacity to turn it into reality every time it falls into difficulties.
Love is unprincipled, unruly and unprincipled. This concept does not like principles and principles, does not fit into the mold. It is a stillness of spirit that struggles every day to keep us alive again. In other words, it is a period when the mood starts to spin the wheels on the runway to take flight and focus on the target.
How heavy can "how are you" be on the mouth?
Can kindness spoil personality?
They say; Thin-minded people are very offended
How funny, telling obtuse people to be naive.
Do you know what happens after a while?
Naive sides are hidden, subtle thoughts are screened.
That phenomenon called sincerity is not shown to everyone.
Especially if you are a sharp person like me,
You are building thick walls for those who do not know their patience, effort and war.
From a thin naive person they create a fierce, haughty rebellious Woman,
Then they say "Why are you like this"!
Love is unrestrained control, the consistent and delicate budding of inconsistency. During this period, efforts should be made to protect it from harmful caterpillars.
Love is the period of grafting the strength of the period of not falling into heedlessness and misguidance to a body in its final form, like a pandemic injection. Peace, comfort, calmness are the batteries of love, that is, it is an active verb. Not consuming the activity is the secret of this work.
Love is an art of influence that requires selectivity. It is the purest voice of our heart, which we can direct by examining the most effective interpretation of aesthetics from both hermeneutic and classical perspectives. We don't like to question, love. Because questioning is a political concept and the possibility of failing in love is very high.
It is not said that how do you expect a broken heart, a life turned into a wreck, a woman whose soul is broken many times?
It is easy for me to say I am this and get rid of it, to whom will you tell what?
That my tongue is dry, that my words are gone, that I have no one.
I told you many times in the past that I lost trust yesterday.
I saw that it was not enough that I made the words I counted dance.
I ended the subject with one word.
God makes man perfect and love adorns him
The world is too short for many things.
Isn't it necessary to realize the nothingness left behind by death while still living? I don't know, a religious man should pray more or get drunk more, a man who doesn't like to be sober. We are afraid of being swept away, aren't we, but what is life other than a flood that takes us away, hits where it wants to, and maybe leaves us on a shore? I want to feel alive, to my bones.
How many things are we getting into?
However, this world is too short to even be offended, it is simple to erase the moments to be lived. I often say to myself I must be crazy, then I check my own insanity, I make a joke to myself and it doesn't sound funny. Okay, I'm smart. What a horror, I mean to be smart!
Then I leave sugar and breadcrumbs for the ants in my head. There is nothing left for the birds in my chest. I tell a fairy tale to put myself to sleep.
We should sit down with you.
Here it is with you, my dear, whoever you are, this, this, that. What do you notice now? Behind all the faces, because always the same smug and ignorant facial expression. But I still prefer you to be a woman in the kitchen preparing appetizers softly, singing songs. Lifting my head and listening to you while I'm fiddling with a poetry book in the room, so that the beer will go well with you in the evening.
I'd like to drink some, drink some more.
And I'm in a rush to sit down and draft a bill to get it out of lovemaking, those wet ins and outs that bring it all to an end. I don't know, touching must always last because kissing must always last. Because life is already the foreplay of an orgasm like death. A person should have sex all his life, without thinking about the black hole he will enter.
I'm afraid of three things in this world, a poverty, a separation, a death! Really hard all three! Maybe one can tolerate poverty and separation, but isn't that thing called death? Goosebumps get goosebumps when I remember.
The world cried when the rose bent its neck!
One should not be as soulless as a mourning.
If birds did not fly, they would also be reptiles.
A spark burns a forest, destroys a person in trouble.
If you don't want a sky from mourning, why is it for yourself!
Love is loved in every heart because it smiles sincerely.
Evil is not worth talking about, youth is not worth talking about
I have hidden medallions of love in my heart.
Your beautiful eyelashes are like my poems, baby.
What tone of blue will you paint today, my love, my heart again!
I don't think there are any good or bad people. There are good or bad relationships. Everyone likes those who are similar to themselves more, adopts a more exclusionary attitude towards the other. Those who are the same like to spend time together. According to psychiatrists, those who are separated hate each other because they remind each other of their shortcomings and mistakes.
God makes man perfect, and love adorns him in the most beautiful way.
My mouth has been hectic for quite some time, as if I'm late to say something to someone. It's like in my head, a bad writer is always voluntarily working overtime to write stories of suffering.
I was so scared to say don't go.
Love reminds you of yourself if you set out with it
Every beginning is before the end.
The epitome of the dullness of life is the state of loneliness and
There is no safe haven, Search in vain! clarity.
Especially when the silence fell, the biggest mourning watching you pull out. The fact that watching your reflection from afar, the blazing heat of being about to go crazy, and the fact that your aching hands grasp the resurrection in the union of never being able to meet.
How important is the moment when it is not possible to exist without non-existence. To put the last drop of blood on the white flag of a white mast, with the last drop of blood in the reproach of the red, and then to wait as if it will pass.
The evil of the trembling soul not to adapt to your body, after what has happened, take yourself away from where you can escape, you are still inside your body, unfortunately, it is a serious case that continues not to die or to be able to kill!
Never forget!
Love reminds you of yourself if you set out with it. It stops the way, deviates the way, cancels the way, in the end, it's not enough, it destroys the way. Consciousness has chosen to be the rememberer of the reminder that it exists on an irreversible path, and that which reminds you every day, whatever you do!
You know, the moment you close your eyes to this life, there is someone who will keep the score of your life, but you don't care. Loving the courage when you watch the wave you will drown and love the courage when your eyes are in the dark, even though the law enforcement officers have come to your door, your soul has already opened that door to start your story.
Love is a difficult language to understand, it creates a difficult story. Even if you are not good with the feelings that you do not know what created this in yourself, that you cannot resist, and that you always want to leave on the road that drags you; What is felt without being spoken, growing as you feel, becoming everything as you grow, wanting to be lived as if everything is nothing, apart from Love. He also existed in his life.
Life?!? What if you live every moment of your love while it is covered?
Are you really alive?!? As he accepts that he is nothing, while making the other nothing of his soul gigantic with each passing second…
You took a look:
The last key to eternity is your cloud in the sky, Love. It is white until you know and remember that you love so much, that you make the white more clear with dark yellow ribbons and hang it with yourself in the sky.
Ah, the white cloud: it is the one who goes, the one who does not go, the one who stays, the one who does not stay, the one who waits, the one who does not wait, the one who comes, my dear, and the one who does not come.
This is living now with all your heart.
With the joy of love!
The poet did not write in vain because loneliness loves you more than you.
He says that my yesterday is always without you, my tomorrow is always without you.
That's where my heart twists and my mind goes to the past.
That first look, that first hello, first meeting, first touch, first smile, first fight, first kiss, first first, first, do you know how many first experiences we've been through?
It's the first time I've given up on someone.
I accept that it will not be the first time and remember the good memories.
You know, I experienced this first one with you.
You are not the one who crushed my first dreams but you were the one who crushed my last dreams
Thank you, my past that does not pass
I darken my blue sky.
Missing someone is remembering, it is not said that one day, even if not today, leaves a smile on your face. You hold on tight!
To him and to the Eternal End.
I bandage my wounds and run from dilemmas
I don't mourn his death any more!
Not in the past of anything or anyone.
I just feel sorry for the time I wasted.
You know, when I pushed myself to the back with my own hands and lost while waiting for someone to love me, victory is still mine, at least my love turned into Divine Love and while I was living and living with all my silence and humanity, my feelings now crossed my path with my almighty Lord, even when I remember my four-year-old self like it was yesterday and here is my four-year-old mood, of course, my surrender to the Divine Presence, with the prayers that my mother taught me, every night when it's time to sleep and when I lie down on my bed, and I remember it very clearly.
If I want to love the created because of the creator, my life is a ruler that I have suffered so much and that is hidden in the remnant of sadness.
I have won such a great victory as a result of the defeats that I find comfort in whatever emotion is not necessary, and which person is near or far from me...
I have a lot of things to do while there is still time, and I doubt whether the time will be enough, but now I know very clearly what I have to do...
With the peace and happiness of having killed my soul when I was a child, when a lifetime has never been imitated, I am running towards my Lord and I am on my way to keep myself clean and innocent.
To be loved a little bit.
While it is the nature of love, I am also grateful for inner peace and tranquility, and for achieving this when the nail of the world has come off...
Whichever climate I am, and I will never be in a dilemma after this hour, I am now bandaging my wounds and thanking my Lord for every emotion that makes my time valuable and livable.
Between the ages of thirty and forty I was neither smart nor crazy. I stayed beyond these two and watched what was going on and thought I had grasped the world. I saw the seas for the first time. I slept in the sun for the first time. I wandered around at night. This is not a longing for death. I have no more longings. I actually miss constantly and live in a state of longing. That's why I have no regrets. It's just a grip.
Comprehension of holism.
Your finished.
The end of a journey.
The end of a horizontal journey with no beginning
Is that possible, darling?
While you are the regulars of two very different and separate worlds, you and me…
Is this even possible?
Having the same utopia in your heart…
And yes, I am torn between the imposition of society and a possible sense of belonging that accompanies it from day one, and unfortunately, like you, I am torn between whether I belong or not.
It is a fact that I have been isolated by the people I love the most by humanity, which I will not accept until the last moment of my life, but I have not withered yet. I am still at the beginning of the road and I will do even more…
And yes, it is another point where our paths cross with you.
I perceive better that the urge to write is a kind of defense against the outside world.
Would it still be obvious if we only ever met you for a second?
Young people are tossed toil among possibilities and impossibilities
I don't plan, I just dream. Sometimes my dreams come true, and every unfulfilled dream becomes a step for a different dream.
I'm starting my favorite hours of the day again.
I love feeling the sweet warmth of the sunlight burning my skin on my face so much. Since my childhood, I love travels, people running around, watching the panic and confusion that his hasty attitude on the way to a place creates on their faces, and sometimes I hear the warning that a mother has to hurry to her child.
And sometimes the giggles of high school lovers fill the subway as if they turn the inside of the subway into a caravan with cheerful songs, their admiring glances at each other. I love the journey, as if I take my soul out into the lap of those fleeting but enjoyable moments. When I close my eyes, my playlist immerses me in a stage starring a piano or lively environments with drums. Music, travel, and a few amateur drawings that I scribble constitute indispensable parts of my life. I am a woman with a different point of view, with strange obsessions. I keep my diaries day by day, I write every memory as it is now, in my notebook that I put in the inside pocket of my jacket, and I never miss it while writing the date of that day in the corner. As if experiencing the anxiety of the fear that he will forget every passing minute… Maybe it is because of the sentimentality of autumn that my eyes are full of emotion. I love reading different faces and guessing what's going through their minds at that moment.
And sometimes my happiness is replaced by a great sadness because of the sad stories I wrote. Even though my belief that everyone has a story sometimes pushes me to think "You are playing godliness", I find myself giving the same answers when I argue with myself. What I do is to be able to see the tiredness etched into the lines on the faces of the people, the experience filled around the eyes, the hope hidden behind a smile and write livable scenarios in response to it.
I don't know how I got from the days when I believed I could control everything to these days when I didn't want to control anything. maybe that's the price of being a middle-aged adult.
I'm still doing my routine work. At 9 o'clock in the morning, I sit on my seat and watch the running in the subway with joyful delight. My eyes catch on the window where there are empty seats next to me, I look at my own reflection for a while. A pair of hazel eyes filled with sadness in the eyes of a few people I observe meet me. I can see my low energy hidden in my prominent cheekbones, and also the reds that play out against my white skin. I don't like my look. I'm not good with mirrors; I couldn't be at peace, somehow I stretched out my hand and they pushed, I lower my gaze to the unbuttoned buttons of my jacket. As the subway slowly fills up and a lot of souls fill it, I feel my mood again and I turn my eyes from the buttons of my jacket to the subway. Some of them are late for work, while talking on the phone with their boss, their fingers are cramped in the seat where they are sitting. And I start the day very fast.
Don't forget your old days on a brand new day tonight
It was time to unbolt the doors that the past had opened. As I ran from pain to pain, I saw that the columns I was holding on began to shed their lining. The remnants of my personas I had swept away long ago felt a bitter breeze on my skin.
A strong wind blew, how many leaves he took, how many screams he hid in his dreams, I do not know. That wind is like a broom sweeping my crumbs right now. While I take the cries of the years to the unknown with my leaves, I watch the falling snow as if I am looking at the falling spring.
Cold sweat comes down from my temples to my eyes, it's an uncomfortable look. I feel that my eyes are starting to fill up due to this pain.
Don't forget your old days on a brand new day tonight.
Because there is a test and a lesson in the old one. But I don't know what you guys will do tonight. I wonder how many of a community that does not ask why, who are fed with a ready-made meal, will read this article.
At the end of an obsolete year, the balance of accounts and the person's own behavior, which pushes him to make a judgment about his own moral values, enables the person to make a direct and spontaneous judgment.
by overhauling this matter of conscience, the concept of being human first.
how many people are we to look at that.
That's why, ladies and gentlemen, as we enter a new year that you deserve, I curse the gains you have made unjustly, the kicks you have unjustly hit, the lives you have stolen from someone, the negative values you have given to the poor or orphan.
I do not stand in front of an idea that aims at the idea of being human in front of and behind a religion. On the contrary, I respect all of them from a distance.
My word is for those who do not do what is necessary by saying that they are Muslim in my country where the majority of them are religious. So my word to the rüveybidas. I have neither mercy nor prayers for those who dwell as if the lie is true, those who talk as if they know in things they do not know, and those who lead them, those who pretend to be the epitome of morality and pretend to deserve all kinds of malice.
Because we always skipped this, because it didn't work for us, we did not hand over the entrustment to the people who are responsible for the job with lethargic minds. We did not protect ourselves by being competent.
Those who build the concept of humanity on their own selves, and those who do not say humanity first to the position they have won, are traitors. Those who call themselves unlawful to others that they consider right, those who divide people into classes because of their wealth, then read page by page verse and talk about them, I swear they won't eat, even if we eat, there is one who created you, you cannot deceive him.
Emotions are a barrier, I seem to hear a whisper. It's a voice from the past that my ears are very familiar with, but I can't tell who it is.
Emotions are a hindrance, little one, oh once again, this mysterious voice echoes in my ears, which hear nothing but the stuttering of my heart.
This time I heard a cry of pain, it came from so deep.
Slowly, I feel my emotions pouring out of my eyes, like an executioner waiting to slay his victim in ambush and trying to enter the room in the quiet, misty darkness of the night. Am I crying, what is this salty taste seeping through my dry lips?
It's like I'm a stranger to everything. I feel like something is breaking inside me. It's a small feeling, but very familiar.
All my thoughts are leaking from that broken place. I saw that the dreams that I had built a castle from indestructible doors gave way to a bitter storm in my mind. Another gust of wind blew. And I was torn, dried, turned to ashes in my thoughts that I don't know what it is.
I felt a door close. I began to tremble as a great feeling filled all my limbs, my heart. I don't feel anything. I don't hear. I do not see.
I pulled that bolt for the last time. All the doors of my mind are closed. A bitter cry escaped from my lips, where my thoughts came out, my feelings poured out, could not.
So let's sit down and think, let's empathize a little bit, but it will hurt us, but let's question ourselves. Let's ask ourselves without being deceived.
God help us. Stay well.
@Attempt
