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Distant

It was about 3 am. A starless sky was chasing me home. I was a slight coy and flicker. I lay in my chair and remember the
walking silently down the street as I fled the black shadows, bittersweet beauty of a lonely night.
startled at the thought of their possibility. I was scared, the
more scared I was, the faster I walked. Let’s fall in love and be happy. Let’s be sole with our hearts. Let’s
take a ladder to the sky. Let’s walk hand in hand with distant
I heard the sound of the oven shutters opening from afar. The loves.
sound did not frighten me, it filled my heart with ease. What had
been experienced had a great influence on the mind, a sound I I grew up in big cities. Like every human being, I loved the bitter
had heard before, a memory or scene that came to my mind was loneliness among the crowds. Sometimes I hosted broken
enough to convince me that I was safe. hearts. After ages, I realized that two broken hearts cannot form
one whole.
When I finally came to the street where I was sitting from the
dark streets, I let go of the breath I was holding and embraced I loved my own broken shell, my safe zone; I loved the same
the familiar yellow lights. herbal tea every day, my lucky gloves. I took pains to hide my
sadness. Every second of life was worth being appreciated. All
Life had stopped in my apartment, the sound of all the these efforts were in order not to live superficial, not to breathe
apartments was out of breath. This old building did not have an hastily.
elevator. Instead, it had an infinite number of stairs that could be
a cause of depression. Looking beyond the stairwell from below, I didn’t want to forget. I was afraid of forgetting my keys when
my head would spin, and the circles that narrowed as they rose I left the house in a hurry, and who I was when I lived in a hurry.
would hypnotize me.
When it is 5 in the morning, the street is like a protest of the
I gently climbed the stairs. When I arrived at my floor, I glanced council of elders. Neighbourhood people lined up in front of the
at my neighbour’s door, as to confirm that everything was okay. bakery. Contrary to expectations, the smell of leavened dough
I entered home. I unloosed my hands, which I involuntarily always turns my appetite off.
joined in my chest, and reached my safe zone.
I rested my eyes. I thought of distant cities. Who knows how
You are the most beautiful city in the world, you know that. I held many people are crying alone like me now.
on to the railings surrounding the balcony with both hands. The
irons are freezing, fortunately I haven’t taken off my gloves yet. After a few hours of sleep, I pulled up a stool in the corner of
the balcony. I set out to watch the circulation in the furnace
I look a little more at my street. Seeing a city at night is like queue. Wherever I look, I recall distant memories. No matter
rediscovering it. what I smell, it’s the same scent in my mind.

I had grown up in big cities and had an eternal love for them. I recall a summer night. A summer night under the bright
Love was not just a feeling that bloomed between two people, moonlight, smelling of anise, when the wonderflowers were
one would always fall in love; with the streets, the cities; distant blossoming gracefully.
cities, even with people living in distant cities...
The lovely winter morning gently turns into a summer night.
The North wind, prickling my skin, licks my face. I realize
it’s time to cover my chest with my hands and go inside. The I don’t remember his face. Old people in front of the oven. The
beautiful city that I can’t take my eyes off is having its last dream. world will forget me. Anise scent, get out of my mind, the sticky
Last hours before sunrise. fear of loneliness!

The tulle curtain flutters with the touch of the wind. Doğa Aslan

I wake up in my living room. The small table lamp turns on after
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