bir de bu

just listen--the images are kinda cheesy

goosebumps

when martha joins in

don't know why i didn't do this before...

to stay a child

to dream of footsteps on a freshly painted black stage floor

to see ghosts where there is none and to love them anyway

to not to eat, much, for that matter

to have extra pairs of shoes always, despite the risk of becoming a bag lady

to plot with wigs and numberless glasses

don't know which is nicer--stilts or tallescopes...

no need for comparison anyways.

firina verilmis prometheus

pek yakinda, adile nasit sesiyle:

kuzucuklarim

going places, playing games

it is a place like this perhaps--just that i realise my place is a bar. (now that I think of it it is like that cheap homemade food rooftop place in asmalimescit) and the night before home was a place you entered through an intricately designed wrought-iron gate. with a bell. it's night, in both instances.

my hat is sitting at the bottom of the wardrobe, slightly out of shape, slightly crushed.