Humans have invisible faces and they surround us endlessly with their hidden faces. It's as if their face has passed to us. Just like our invisible pain. Man expects a lot from this life. Maybe not to be sad, but those invisible faces would stand in front of you like a hard wall. Even though it is not just a wall, the tongue is dead, the eyes and ears are deaf, in front of what they live.
It is confronting because one faces the truth and perhaps lies. Some would show the meaningless sincerity on their faces, while others would think they did, leaving deep scars behind. There are moments when one cannot speak. Sometimes he knew what those moments were, even though he knew, he was overcome by his feelings. Maybe the only thing that survived despite all that was the ruins that appeared in his heart. I realized this too late.
Because I cut off ties with everything. The day I blinded the meaninglessness, I understood the nothingness left of me. But no matter what, a person takes a step without knowing what will come before him and bears the consequences. Man is such a helpless creature that he always says or never says, he consoles himself by being silent and prefers not to be in the middle, but no matter how much he wanted it, life offers us a choice and these choices have shackles that they cannot get over.
The main thing is either to say ok and move on, or to deliberately give up hope and leave the field. That's why people would struggle between these two things and waste themselves. I asked myself every time it came to my mind. Why is human being like this, why do people not only struggle with each other, but also leave a broken heart behind when there is life, touching someone's heart, or being a voice, being a breath? I searched for the answer to this secret for a long time, but it was too late, of course. We have passed through roads that cannot be crossed and stopped, and each path has returned to us as a dead end.
We are dedicated to goodness and sincerity, maybe we are too late to see in ourselves the same way we see ourselves, even if there are many things from the visible to the invisible. If there's one thing I've learned in the world of the one I hurt, Emir, it's the wreckage, the shackles, or the feeling of nothingness that we don't even put ourselves in, these are permanent wounds inflicted on people. It's up to you to fix it. No matter how deeply it leaves traces on others, a person will know how to put out the fire inside because; The one who does not burn does not know what is what.
