When you are alone. And you don’t know who you need. What do you need. You know nothing. You feel deeply lonely. It’s scary. It’s sad.
How can I trust the people? When they still do such terrible things?
It’s Christmas. I want to be alone. Totally alone. I don’t need anything.
Waiting for the winter.
“Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!”
Mehmet Murat ildan