“I don't know about you, brother, but I laid my head on the pillow very comfortably last night. I am very happy that we can now leave some things behind. Me too Berkom. Look, I even missed calling you "Berkom". I've missed you so much too.”
BERK OZKAYA & DORUK ATAKUL
KARDESLERIM — (2021 - )
Seperation takes you by suprise. İt descends upon us without discrimination and with all its might in every possible shape and form.
You loved ones die one day.You neighbour moves out. The buildings of your memories get demolished.
Scars heal. The intense songs, the languages you spoke sink into oblivion.The blossoming flower in your pot withers.You don runs away.
Who knows how long ı've been sitting there, motionless. I was for the curtain that swallowed my mother to reopen. In the wake of the ones who had left creating a void that couldn't be filled, ı was trying to find a new name for myself.
The only name ı couldn find was 'Crybaby.' Earth kept spinning, not sparing me a care, while th tears tasted the same not matter how old ı was.