Location: Studio/San Mateo
3:38pm / Wednesday:
There is no time to think...Whatever comes to mind they are all mine...and now yours even.
I can hear the tune it is some how very friendly like a call from my past..from my land...from the things I want to remember and I want to forget. I feel like I am dancing with the seagulls on the Bosporus Sea. I can see my eyes from 30 years ago. They are just looking at me. I can see how scared they are. how childish, how innocent. I wish I could hug her and say that "it is all right".
I wonder if she can feel me where she is sitting at now, I wonder if she knows I am there, touching her hair indeed.
I know who she is who she wants to be...She is me...
She has the everything I left behind. She has my screams, my tears, my babies, my creativity pain.
She has my heart...my worries...
Sometimes I want to let her go, I want to forget about who she is who she was. Then again, I realize that I need her, I love her more than I think I do.
I know there is a place we will meet again, I will be freer, she will be happier. We will hold hands, we will lean toward each other. She will be me. I will be her.
One day, not so far away from today, I will discover a bridge to walk to her, she will be waiting...
3:45pm / Wednesday
Music: Can Atilla-Hamamda ilk Gozyaslari
