deniz

devamsızlıklarım bitti okul ne zaman kapanacak

we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is filled with passion.

ve adamın dediği gibi; hayatı çok ciddiye alma. ondan asla canlı çıkamayacaksın.

https://youtu.be/GHQhNlgBDg8?si=nyiYow_ZhVYBaB8L

"Ruhlar var ateşlerin arasında, her biri yakalanmış kendisini yakacak olana."
          - Dante Alighieri, İlahi Komedya 

the world is not enough 

uyursam geçecekti,
          büyürsem unutacaktım.
          oysa onlar yanılıyordu.
          bunu herkes biliyordu;
          geçerse uyurdun,
          unutursan büyürdün.

there are many types of monsters in this world: monsters who will not show themselves and who cause trouble, monsters who abduct children, monsters who devour dreams, monsters who suck blood… and monsters who always tell lies. lying monsters are a real nuisance; they are much more cunning than other monsters. they pose as humans even though they have no understanding of the human heart; they eat even though they’ve never experienced hunger; they study even though they have no interest in academics; they seek friendship even though they do not know how to love. if i were to encounter such monsters, i would likely be eaten by it…because in truth,

i'll be lonely without you, fushiguro.

all the pretty stars shine for you, my love
          am i the girl that you dream of?
          all those little times you said that i'm your girl
          you make me feel like your whole world