Ideas to write,
unscriptable characters,
hands that cannot write,
Lives without writings,
Scenes that surround me all together,
Some of the stories I wrote when I found some characters that didn't come out of me,
Some of the stories that met me,
Some of the stories I have come across are,
Some of the stories that know me,
Some of the stories I know,
Some of my stories,
Some of my stories,
Some of the stories I want to write,
Some of the stories I have written,
In all I am, I alone am,
That is why they remain only stories,
Now I am bringing those stories to you as a book.
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Anu
I step into this crowd like soft feet stepping into the fire, and those around me do not see my feet, only the color of my wax. It is very beautiful like a peacock playing in the valley in the winter, while it falls like a leaf in the summer.....Among some hands, among some eyes, among some people, if I fall down like a completely fallen leaf....
Then some will pour the water of love again and fill me with new breath, I will believe that it is true and sprout again.
That's why I'm not new to lying down, falling down and standing up again, in this society I'm used to, they're new friendships that I meet day by day, that's why I don't want to feel sad about them, I live in them and breathe new life into myself...
I feel like my mind is not free even though it is constantly being burnt in the fire and is being purified, it is like dirt that surrounds me just for the sake of the people. That is why this death cry of my mind, separated from me, which is not in me, haunts me forever and burns me every moment tries to show off as a scholar. But it doesn't know that I am a dead body that was once buried, and when I am unearthed, the stories, stories, and sorrows that have merged in the womb of time will be reborn and will fall on the beautiful flowers like a butterfly.
