I was standing on the side of the road. It was the second ride I was supposed to take. My right arm felt a bit sore. I had already kept my arm up for more than half an hour, and I had to do it again. Maybe longer this time. The second ride seemed to be more fun; it wasn’t the highway, just a narrow road. A long path to the villages and farms and valleys. I was alone.
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Kids are odd
Curious and bizarre
Being new to this world maybe
Gives them another feel and touch
Things don’t make sense as much
Walls no different than a plain paper
Once it’s done you can’t stop them any further
All the things that we didn’t know
But learned, not very far from along ago
“Which one is your favorite?” Didem asked suddenly. I was right looking at it. Perfect timing! “Do you see this one?” I said “this blue one with a broken wing” I pointed at it.
Later she showed me a picture of it. It was cuter in her view.
Invisible Rana, Morning People
We are sitting in the garden of a coffee house, on really short stools and tiny tables. They call it garden but I see an open garage with trees and stuff. It’s overloaded and full of young folks. Something makes me want to leave. READ MORE
Open your eyes. Can you see it? Close ’em now and open up again. Can you still see it?
What do you see? What do you not see? Take a step ahead or go a little bit back. The views are not the same.