4 Nisan 2025

I RAN OUT OF IDEAS

nlybyrm

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I should write until I run out of ideas. That's a bit sceptical now, if you give it a thought, isn't it? The world actually does require a plan. A plan of wonders. A charade of no way out possibilities. The things we are so deeply in fear with don't care for us or don't give a damn about our probability of doing things in our own unique ways. No one can understand the feeling of neverending nightmares just lurking in our heads without giving a damn whatsoever. No one wants that. Getting the rejection they so righteously deserve but somehow never managing to receive it by the letter from the godforsaken lands. The transitions between the good and the evil will end us in so many pathetic, loathing directions that we will never know if it was the right path we chose or the one that was made by the so-no-one-know-it-alls. The picture I give may intimidate you, but that's the ravishing truth, and we should accept it, wrench it till our guts are out, and then pray for the ones whose dreams are captured with no hope, no desire, and no dignity. Don't tell me about the idea of ending someone's life with justice if the justice was moulded by your desires. Desires are moulded by our inner weaknesses, and that’s why they are so utterly dangerous. They are made of clay, not porcelain. They turn us into things we had not hoped for, we had not lusted for, and we had not longed for. Not in the truth, not in all ways; there is no capture of it if you give a damn about it. I don’t understand how people are so fragile around the things they so desperately want to break and put them into tears.

Love, always
-Nilay Bayram