من ھۆگری ھیچ سەرزەمینی نیم تەلێکی تڕکاویم بەسەر نەواری سنورێکەوە..

هێندەی ژیانــی پـەپولـەیەکـیش نەژیـام..

ئێرە بۆ من نە گونجاوە لێرە ئەترسم..

من ئەم گۆرانیەم زۆر خۆشەوێ، ھیوادارم ئێوەش خۆشتان بوێ.

“هێـچ ڕۆژێـک کەسێـکی ئـازاردەر نەبووم،تـاوەکو ڕۆحیـان سوتـاندم“

It all goes by so fast.

That’s why I’m scared to blink again.

Time. It doesn’t mean anything. Or we can’t really know if it means anything. For time is something that our predecessors have defined sometime long ago. A long time ago, when the idea of everything being metrizable was recognized.

And that’s how we’ve come to know time. Countable seconds or decades. But before as an attribute that shows the limitation of life. Of how everything goes forward. Regardless of what we want.

How one day we’re here and one day we will be gone.

But accepting this law of nature is perhaps not the worst or scariest thing. No. It’s how quickly everything moves forward.

Everything. We and our lives as well.

Like in the blink of an eye. Therefore, the blink of an eye is equal to the length of a lifetime.

It’s not long since we were born here. Innocent, albeit against our will.

It’s not long since we were children without worries.

It’s not long since we were happy. It’s not long since we were hurt.

And today. In this moment, we are what time and life have made us.

It may be that we only realize it now. What we have become.

What about in the future? What will we be tomorrow or years from now? None of us can know that. But each of us will find out soon enough. Perhaps sooner than we would like.

That’s why, maybe one day in the future, we will wake up again. To see how the weeks and years have passed us by again. To how life and time have changed us again.

That’s when, again, we start counting. On how much time we still have left.

That’s why I wish. Oh, how I wish.nThat I could prevent my eyes ever blinking again.

It doesn’t matter if it hurts. It doesn’t matter if I have to beg time for mercy.

Because I want to see every moment of my short life.
Both happy and painful.

Because deep down I’m scared. Of where and what kind of I’ll find myself next time.

Are you scared of how fast time goes by?

من کە تەنها گوڵم ئەبەخشی،
وەک پەپولەیەک مردم..

I used to be afraid of losing people until I realized most of them were never really down for me anyways. Even though my loyalty and love for them ran deep, they couldn’t care less. So instead of being afraid of losing them, I fell back and watched them lose me.
Healing makes you realize some people don’t deserve to be around you, no matter how much you love them. Unconditional love doesn’t mean unconditional tolerance of abuse, disrespect, or bullshit - it’s not unconditional boundaries.
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بۆ کوێ ڕابکەم لە کاتێکا ماڵەوە چیتر ماڵەوە نیە..

I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.”