Onur Tuna ”Kir”
This is my story. I am looking out of the growing world within me. I know, this place is a desolate. From the shadow of darkness moving quietly into me. i have one question in my mind. Who am i? I hear to the void by listening myself. How quickly i change? After all, i do not have the courage to admit that i am a good one I am flesh and bones in the end. I carry the poisson of good and evil in my mind. I want to get out of me, get out of that horrible unbearable self take my roots out Because i suffer, because i am stranger to myself, to you i am stranger to you. My mind has already endured the limit of madness. Every word keeps repeating itself in my head. I am in a one-man minority war. Every sound goes away in its own echo. I look at myself and what a terrible thing i turn into. Silence, a bit of silence. Because i must sleep or smile a little. Please… Here i am in the same place again. Shh… Be quiet!!! be quiet!!! I must sleep… Where am i? What am i in? Which trap was i caught in? The monsters in my mind Stop, Stop!! How? Was all a dream? Was the time consuming the madness? I ask myself where the pain comes inside of us? Words? Heart? Eyes? How many doors do i pass to find your place? How many pains do i pass to become dirt?