There is so much blur into how some nights color into mornings Not just the eyes, touching, hearing; not just the smell of things, All of it, all at once, works in full harmony and the old you is tracing the footsteps of what your inner kid would enjoy to follow, tracing the time passing and taking all the hurt along with the happiness away with it creating anew each time and leaving another unknown feeling that you are fully able to describe but not that much enthisuastic to do so, there lingers a reluctance to fully articulate the depths of any emotion. Whatever the reason, there's a certain beauty in the unspoken, if it is not interpreted vaguely, where boundaries blur and words fail, there exists the feeling, feeling of excitement, starting from scratch and building something up It's a reminder that we are but transient, drifting through and by time Putting up a straightly standing face but being upset to have been disappointing Does the time take us from one point and leave at a completely different one? In the progress we so willingly want to make and show to the whole world, Are we still able to live by whatever it was that made our character? And so, as the night fades into memory and the morning sun bathes the world in its golden light, we can find solace in whatever is easier to hold onto in a bad enough moment, “we are anyone on a bad day.” It is the hard part to stay the same on any day. Smoke has filled the air; evidently, the world is spinning. Pushing away the old habits and bringing out the new ones, If they fill someone with sentences of grudge and jaundice, then she is bound to a language that vomits vague words. Not that being vague is the same as being anyone, but see that it is a step closer to it. And it’s not you who’s already drunk; it’s your fingers. They don’t know how to touch. They don’t know how to remember a touch and never be able to taste that again. but the night turning blue screams; “forget it, let it not matter.” They say if you don’t know, you’ll live much longer and having many people repeat things is somehow always valid enough and when the going gets rough, we push through and rebuff without any validation or hesitation of a bluff. Melis Erdogan Songs that go well with it: This This and this too
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