alelma

i don't want to talk about how you broke my heart...  if i stay here just a little bit longer  if i stay here just a little bit longer won't you listen                                                                      to my heart....                                         ................................................................................................ kac kisi girer insanin hayatina, kaci kalir, kaci gider, kaci gercekten yanasir      kacina gercekten sarilirsin         kacina anlatirsin kendini             kacini dinlersin                                  icten? kac kisi kalir sonuna kadar yaninda  

trenler gecer icimden ince uzun parlak raylariyla sonsuza uzanan trenler gecer icimden raylarinin arasinda yosun tutmus taslari karaya vurmus tahtalariyla trenler gecer icimden sessizce sakince belirsizce dur durak bilmeden trenler gecer icimden kocaman karanlik her yone dagilir trenler icimde hicbirinin yok son istasyonu, bekleyeni, takip edeni amacsizca gecer trenler icimden sesleri daglar kulaklarimi gozlerimi kaparken isitmayan bir gunese dogru hafif hafif ruzgar eser yuzumde raylara uzanmis ben oylesine olesiye yorgun... yorgunum belirsizlikten sonsuzluktan kosturmaktan hep gitmekten hic yetisememekten

... i wonder how does it feel to be tyler durden...             how would it feel to be a fictitious character, how would it feel to know that you exist only in the imaginations and acts of a person... and what if that person is fictitious as well, (as in the fight club)... what is reality, where does it start, where does it end, how do you know that you are real, that you exist? how can you be sure? maybe you are just a role that someone with a split-personality disorder plays on the script he just made up, and he is actually acting on your behalf... what is worse, he is the sole writer, publisher, actor of the script, and no-one knows tha