untitled.

you have been asking me for "more" blog.
what if I never write in English, and you needed to translate all Turkish posts?

here is the new one.

as a picture.

all kinds.. and more..

like nowadays.

imagine.

what if?

p.s:picture/date101708.

stressed words.

última noche,

escribiendo las palabras...

I found myself pulling them out of the crowd.

they make me feel, like being just right there.

Everytime I listen to "The Postal Service", flashbacks just show up in my mind.

I go back to ooold days, good days.

Such unique time in my life.

I just love the feeling.

(mémoire affective)

Marcel Proust//madeleine

(:

"recycled air"

'to ten million fireflies

I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes

I got misty eyes as they said farewell.

fireflies

one is the number divided by two.

every has a story, today was a beautiful day, -unconsciously.

Can thinks that I look like a "smurf" in this pic.

que pasa?

Yeni bir ayin ilk gunune rutin bir sekilde baslayamazdim, hem de aralik ayinin.
Hayatta olmazdi.
Eh o yuzden spontane hayatima uygun sekilde hareket ediyorum suanda.
Herhalde uzun zamandir, evden nereye gidecegime emin degilken cikmadim.
Hele binip binmeyecegim bir vapur icin yetismeye calismadim, resmen hizli adimlarla yuruyordum, ama amacim o vapura binmek miydi..
Sonunda binmedim.
Bi sonrakine bindim, simdi ise karakoy'deyim.
Hava cok guzel.
Ve neler olacagini bilmemek de.

kafamda ömrümün sonuna ayarlı bir kronometre olduğunu hissediyorum.