Bir nehir gibi çaresiz ve yorgun
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Yalanlarla hüzünlerle savrulmak bu nehirde
Akıp giden nehre baktı. Suyun berraklığından başı dönmüştü. Aslında buraya fuzuli düşüncelerini bırakmaya gelmişti. Onu kendinden ve özünden uzaklaştıran her şeyi atıp kurtulacaktı. Bir daha peşinden gelmelerine ve onu dibe çekmelerine izin vermeyecekti. Usulca yaklaştığı su yüzeyindeki aksini hiç beğenmemişti. Ellerini suyla buluşturup gözlerini kapadı. Her şeyin nehirle beraber akıp gittiğini hayal etti.
Sanki güneş kanatlarımın üzerine çarpmış, kanatlarım eriyip sırtıma akmış. Görenler bunu is lekesi sanmış, çürük gök renginde bir şafak kanın bozuk rengine boyanmış. Melekler şeytanların bebeklerini doğurmuş, şeytanlar ellerinde yetim bebeklerle cennetin topraklarından kovulmuş. Adına kötü demişler, öldürülen bütün iyiliklerin.
When: 9th December 2023
Where: Some fancy brunch place in Wailing Waters
Who: @nearnehir
Dawn loved Nehir, she really did. They were both so busy, finding time to see each other was hard, but when they did it was so easy. They loved the same things, and could sit and order bottles of fancy champagne and gossip like it was their life source. There was no judgement (or well, there was a lot of judgement of a lot of other people), and it was like a breath of fresh air from the seriousness that could easily envelop life.
So that's what they were doing that Sunday, sat in their favourite brunch spot, one their second bottle. Dawn had just finished telling Nehir all about her most recent date. The guy had been, on paper, pretty perfect. He was hot, funny. He liked sports, lived near the beach, and had a dog. His values aligned too, he seemed like a genuinely good guy, someone she'd be friends with, set up with one of her girls. But for Dawn, as always, her heart just wasn't in it. So she'd found faults, and discarded him like she did with everyone. A lazy eye (hardly), clammy hands (they barely even touched), a weird laugh (it had sounded like Emre's laugh).
"Maybe we should go to one of those speed dating things. That bar up on High Street does it. They look ridiculous." But they also looked fun, low pressure -- somewhere she could do shots and if the guy icked her out, she'd feel les rude moving on.
When: 14th April
Where: St Vlad’s
Who: @nearnehir
Kai had never minded hard work. Helping his dad out with the trucks during school, then his years at the mines. Even the grunt work at the prison, where they’d be forced into gruelling hours upon hours of manual labour just to earn a couple of dollars that could buy them nothing. So when he was looking for work after his release, it wasn’t much wonder that he fell into a construction job, especially ones working for the less favourable in the cty. But there was good money to be made, and a job that required so much energy stopped him reaching for the things he really needed to keep away from.
The days were long though, and by the time he reached the end of them, throwing down the last stack of bricks he’d spent the better half of the afternoon moving from one side of the job to the other, his body ached. All he wanted was to fall into his couch with a stiff drink and a good meal. Better yet, a stiff drink and good company, if he could find the energy. He was just cleaning up, getting ready to leave, when he heard someone speak up behind him, turning to a familiar face.
İnsan için, nehir gibidir der Rumi;
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