Basak Taner - Istanbul, Turkey - Turkish (Global Lives Project, 2013) - 200000-202959
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My love, my writing goes very well. Can you give me a glass of wine, please?
It was hard for me to talk as I had expected.
But, Bülent accepted the situation more easily than I had expected.
As if he knew already.
He wasn't surprised at all. He let it sink into his eyes. His deep sorrow flowed from his looks to my soul.
Therefore, I suffered much more while telling him the truth.
His silent screams were bursting in my brain.
With each word I said.
I had already started talking, I couldn't stop.
Each sentence was piercing my soul, like a deep knife wound.
Even though I saw, knew and felt this, I continued to give him pain.
I think it's done.
It was the first time in my life that relief gave me such shame.
Meanwhile, I can't even start to explain the storm inside me.
Yes, this is good. What was the sentence there?
Yes, yes, nice, nice, okay.