Modern Eşkıyanın Otoban Sayfaları

I dreamt of you last night. Woke me up from my sleep. I'm missing. That's all I find myself able to say. It's been so long that I'm not sure what it is that I miss anymore. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss seeing you smile. I miss hearing your voice. I miss the sense of your skin on mine. I miss moving the couch closer to the TV. I miss that you always wanted to fall asleep before I did. I miss being a safe place for you. I'm not sure if it's you that I miss or my feelings for you. Either way, missing you has been pointless for a long time now. Most days I can't even remember your face. Even now, at the height of my nostalgia, I cannot remember what your voice sounded like. I miss the recent things as well. I miss the fact that you fell asleep on the couch while I wrote. I miss the dim mood of your home. The cold of the back balcony, pure dark of the hallway. I miss the days we had. Missing something that's gone feels pointless. Even if it was rec...

 Put into perspective what you've done. Thinking and believing you're a decent person with some of the things you've done, there is no point in continuing to expose other people to these things. Last thing you did was to take the hope and love of a beautiful person and shatter that vulnerability by simply disappearing. Where there could've been an orchard, now lie a scorched earth. The untouched version of you was better. Not saying you've changed too much or you've done so many of these bad things but the truth remains the same. There was a time and a person that could've been the perfect wave on this beach. But you are no longer untouched. Your desire is stained, your love is faulty and your chances of becoming better dwindle with each passing day. Please understand that this is an objective yet heavily pessimistic approach to your current state of mind. This doesn't mean there are no more paths remaining. Simply a more grounded approach is needed, so ...