13 Haziran 2018 Çarşamba

Goner

  A rambling man keeps on rambling no matter how far away he goes. I know that for a fact. Desire of abandoning cities or women or family come to the same reason. He who wants to puke all the venom within yearns for far away places. Well, he's wrong. He should come to terms with the fact that he is actually... toxic. There is no escaping from yourself. The answer is not another woman's bitter taste or moving to another city. The answer lies within yourself. No matter how hard you try to ignore, it always comes down to these two possible answers: Bullet for your brain or letting it all go. The latter seems much easier, yeah? It's not. I can bet my life on it.

  Exactly 20 days from now, I'll be in a new city where I'll spend at least 5 years of my life. Surely, leaving it all behind seems like such a sweet bless, yet I tried leaving once and it did not go well. This time, I'll try harder. I'll try to let it all go.

  It's been a long time since I shared any songs with y'all. Kathleen then.

  "Stars hang high above, the oceans roar
  The moon's come to lead me to her door
  There's crystal across the sand
  And the waves, they take my hand.
  Soon I'm gonna see my sweet Kathleen."




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