20 Ocak 2012 Cuma

I can fly but I want his wings

Uzun zamandir yazamiyordum sanirim hayatimda yazmaya deger pek de birsey goremedigim icin ya da yorumlarim tukendiginden dolayi da olabilir. Ama su yaziyi gordukten sonra blog'a geri donmek icin en iyi firsati yakaladim. Oldugu gibi kendi dilinde kopyalicam yaziyi cunku bazi duygularin cevrilmeye ihtiyaci yoktur.

''She ran even after she had had a heart attack.

 She ran with an attacked heart for so long time.

A heart attacked by the one who left, by the tears, by the bottles of wines and by the strains left on the lips.

Then, one day, she turned the music off, decided to stay away from the bottles and cleaned her lips. Pretended that she forgot every single thing, every single word, every single memory. Days passed and guess what happened? Pretending turned out the real. Pretending worked. It worked so good that she could breathe again. She could breath again.

But this time, she knew that she had to waste that breath for something worhts it.

That's why she stopped running months ago. Yes, she stopped running months ago.''

keske bunu okumak yetseydi ama arkasindan  ister istemez bunu da okudum. Aynen soyleydi:

''It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much.

When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have tendecy to break up to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, I'll never see him again like this..

Well yes,I'll bump into him, we will meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost..

Always same for me. Break up, break down.Drunk up,fool around. Meet one guy,then another,fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.

There is a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can't live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses.''