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Midnight Dark

It’s started with the Town, has always been about it. Poems dedicated, memories engraved; all for better, and sometimes worse. Passing by the familiar streets, I realize all of a sudden, that it’d been missing. Habits, bus tickets, thoughts and dreams that once glued it all together, is now dusty, left behind.

Doesn’t anyone live here anymore? Is the image upside down? It’s only bad timing, so you say. Hope I’m not interrupting. Took me an hour to go, and sometimes longer to return back. Every single day. The path of going and returning is not the same, they may say. Was that a plain illusion then, a naive modification for a hard life above and beyond, forced to be lived happily ever after? It was not really, was it?! Things are certainly different.

25.June.17 – Ankara, Turkey