Kesik Uyku Hap

i dropped the glass on carpet. while it was travelling from my hands to its loud contact with the ground, i ve travelled a quarter century in that 10 miliseconds. fingers cut with broken glass now. smell of the carpet, silence, people looking at me, someone might have thrown a scream. coming from the deep end of the corridor, waves hitting my ear drums, my brain absorbs them, it is folding, like a snake seeing its tail, now.

i am sorry for all. i have wanted some peace. but it is like orange juice, makes you even more thirsty when you get it without solving the problem.

escaping is addictive, addiction is escape. folding papers. scissors. belkiler. kelimeler. gozluk. kitap. basucu, uyku, carsaf; yatak.