burda bir yanlislik olmali. annem ya da teyzem gibi hissetmek icin cok genc oldugumu hissediyorum. ote yandan gecen sene oldugum insan olmak icin de cok yasliyim. yasima uygun bir yasam tarzi bulmam gerekli. ustume uygun bir elbise. her zaman sadece ne yapmak istiyorsam onu yaptim. yapmak istemediklerimi de bunun bedeli olarak kabul etmek sartiyla yaptim. simdi neyin ne oldugunu karistirdigimi hissediyorum. endiselenmek icin cok erken de olabilir. hayatini yasa da denebilir. ama ben zaten denedim. sizintiyi engelleyemiyorum. "ruhum catlaklarla dolu" kim demisti yillar once bunu?
yoksa ben mi?
This blog holds my inner conversations. It's that gentle push to blink open your eyes and get going. Think earthly possessions or a simple recipe. Think coffee. This is a blog pulling the lurex threads in an otherwise ordinary piece of fabric.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
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