Hand on my shoulder

That keeps me alive.

I can feel the warmth,

I can feel its touch.

Hand on my shoulder

That gives me strenght

And makes me strong.

This warmth, this touch

Helps me to seperate

Real and dream

Or locks me in a dreamland.

Is this the real life?

Is it a fantasy?

Hand on my shoulder

Are you really with me?

Birbirinin aynısı farklı günler.

Yoğunlukta boğulmak değilde

Açık denizde kaybolmak benimkisi.

Her yer aynı birbirine benzer,

Gök ve deniz bir olmuş…

Gece mi gündüz mü karışmış.

Bazen bugün,

Bazen dün

Birbirine giriyor dünlerle bugünler

Sanki yine 5 yaşındaymış gibi

Yarın ya da bugün kavramı,

Birbirine karışmış gibi…

Hangi ben idi bunu söyleyen?

Birbirinin aynısı farklı günler.

Sonsuzluk içinde tekrar eden.

I wish I could sail through life

Like a leaf on a flood

What goes wrong in the brick castle

I wish I could feel that wind

Without thinking

Before and after

For no reason

Stop blaiming for things that happened

Judge, lawyer, criminal

These three in one size

In the same person

So tired to stop endless courts

I wish I could sail through life

Like a dust in the careless wind

Your door is knocked violently, your name is called loudly and they order to open the door. When you open the door, you see two firefighters. They enter your house and begin to search the house to find your books. When they find the library, they poured the gasoline into the library and make it burn. What would you do?

This is how the world we read in Fahrenheit 451 works. Firefighters aren’t responsible for putting out fires, but starting fires themselves. This is a world that reading book is prohibited.

While reading this book, I hugged my books. I can’t imagine a life without my books. Something would allways be missing. Just like our main character said ” We have everything that we need to be happy. But we are not happy. There is something missing. I am looking around and the only thing that lost around me is the books that I burned.”

This book is an incredible dystopia that books turn into heros.

It is a work that contains sharp criticisms of oppressive systems and censorship. If you haven’t read this book, I highly recommend you to read Fahrenheit 451.

Nasıl böyle kötü olabilirsin teneke adam?

Sana kalp vermesi için Oz’u birlikte aramadık mı?

Kötü cadılarla birlikte savaşmadık mı?

Peki ya sen aslan.

Cesareti birlikte bulmadık mı?

Teneke adamı birlikte kurtarmadık mı?

Şimdi Oz’un bilmediğim karanlık bir ormanında,

Bırakıp gittiniz beni bir başıma.

Üstelik tüm ekmek kırıntılarını da

Yemiş kuşlar acımasızca.

Şimdi kim yol gösterecek bana

Üzerime salarken

Sarmaşıklar tüm zehrini,

Yalnız bıraktınız beni.

Kara bulutlar bastırdı birden

Yağmur mu yağacak derken

Beyaz bir zambak tuttu ellerimden.

İzin vermedi düşmeme

Ama kesti onu kötü Kraliçe

Şimşekler çaktı ölürken zambak

Soldu son ümitle birlikte beyaz zambak

Once upon a time I heard a sentence in a Tedx talk. I don’t remember who said it or what was the topic but I remember the sentence “anxiety is the cancer of the brain.”

Such a deep and meaningful sentence. If you don’t have anxiety, you may not understand what it actually means. Hope you can’t understand it.

It is hard to deal with yourself when you are tired of yourself. That’s what you feel when anxiety attacks hit you.

It is like you have two different brains. One of them is you that everything is stable and there is no concern about possibilities. The other one is darkness with full of negative ideas.

The worst part of it is that you don’t know when it hits you. It can happen any time. While you are having fun with your friends or familiy, meeting with your collegues, in the middle of a conversation, during the day, at the middle of the night.

You may feel tired and it is not gonna end. You may feel tired and alone.

Don’t give up. You can control it. Anxiety is not more powerfull than you. You should know that you are not alone. I have it. Maybe one of your neighbour, your student, your teacher, your parent, a famous actor etc. They might have it.

I know finghting against your brain is tiring but you are your own medicine. When you feel desperate, remember that you are the only one who always stays is yourself. That’s why be good to yourself.

It will never completely end but you can get over it.

Aylardan Temmuz,

Mevsimlerden yazdı.

Benim hüznüm, yalnızlığım

İşte orada saklı…

Bu gün çocukluğumla vedalaştım.

Oysa herkes sadece bir binaya durup baktığımı sanmıştı.

Ama ben son kez evime bakmıştım

Güldüğüm, ağladığım

Duvarlarında anılarımı sakladığım…

Oysa herkes sadece bir binaya baktığımı sanmıştı.

Ama ben geçen zamana bakmıştım

Çerçevedeki bir fotoğrafa bakar gibi.

Kolilere toplanmış anılar,

Gözlerime dolmuş yaşlarla

Kimse anlamadı

Ama ben anılarımla,

Koca bir geçmişle,

Ezbere bildiğim sokaklarla,

Tanıdık yüzlerle,

Çocukluğumla vedalaştım.

Home is home

But it is not home anymore

Tears way on the cheeks

Seems more marked than ever

For along time seen as better

Truth is bitter than ever

Falling in a deep dark cloud again

It is familiar but you can’t fight it against

As dark as ever

We should never get back together

Need a white rabbit to follow

Even I can’t escape to fall in that hole

Let me clean the tears way

It will rain in the midnight anyway

Does anyone care what is gonna happen?

Help the sun rise and open

Yellow sun’s eyes

Open