Thursday, April 29, 2010
Since 2001
I used to write much longer. There were no one to read, and things I wrote was not meant to be read by any other people.
Then, everything started to shrink. I started to write less.
Paper always listened me, and told me back whenever I need.
Now for a while, my screen mostly listens me, and some of you read.
I sometimes randomly browse my blog, and it tells the things that I lived. But there is better way that my words going somewhere.
You always welcomed to write comments. You really are.
( “Alkışlarınızla yaşıyorum” )
It will hurt
Look at her cheeks, do you see that hole in between. That is a part that can not able to lie. She is happy, so do we.
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