Kim bilir; belki de kimseyle mazimizden doğan bir bağımız yoksa, mutlu olabilme şansımız daha yüksektir.
Baktım ve gördüm.
Kaçabileceğim onca yer varken, / Ben durup izlemeyi seçtim.
I am not sure / If you are for real. / I need a cure, / For the pain I feel.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Don't Really Exist
Does photography tell the truth? Always? Sometimes? Ocassinally, perhaps?
You see that womand climbing up the stairs; she does not exist. You see the man in the mirror; he does not exist. You see the shadow on the stone; to what does it belong? A group of people holding hands? The reality does not exist, it is made to order; its brewed by your imagination and consumed by your soul...
