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COTTON CANDY
I would paint the world in shades of nothingness, tightly as possible, so scared of falling down,
if I had the power to. I would have turned the from the carousel.
hourglass, if I had the chance. I would stop
watching the world, as a spectator, behind the Where is that pink, heart shaped balloon that I
curtains, if I could. However, there was never an was holding onto with my life so that it wouldn’t
opportunity, never a chance given to me. There fly away on its own, leaving me behind, all alone.
was nothing I could do but wait for another
sunrise, another sunrise with no meaning to it, I would have eaten that cotton candy more
with no destination in life, and with a splitting leisurely, if I knew it was my last time, I would
soul, wonder about what could have happened? have enjoyed every bit of it but little did I know
If I weren’t shackled to the ground, if my that the concept of time was this mercilessly
wings weren’t to be cut down. What would have accelerated.
become of me? If I were to be as free as I was
supposed to be. Doğa Özaydın
Sometimes I look back to the past, not the past
that I have always ran away from, but the one
that contains the memories of my bitter sweet
childhood. The immemorial souvenirs of me
looking at cotton candies with mesmerized eyes
and flushed cheeks, the times where my only
worries were bruised knees and the nights that
I told my mom to leave the lights on after every
goodnight kiss, the stories she told, sweeter
than the apples she clumsily peeled, the roses
of all colors, those roses that I rived not giving
a damn about its thorns, and ran into my mom’s
arms without a care in this world, then handed
her the flowers in my bleeding hands just to
see that beautiful smile of hers, just to receive
a fatuous compliment.
What happened to those roses? Did they fade
away just like the gleam of my eyes?
Also, there are also the olden times that I held
my dad’s hands at the funfair, scared of losing
him, so inanely. The times that I hugged him as
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