GEÇMİŞTİ YARALARIM

Everything here is shrouded in a hazy mist - no day, no nite, just the echo of your own thoughts. When the pain seems to have subsided, but your hand still reaches for the phone, even tho you've known for a long time: no one will answer. My heart is no longer full of holes, but it still aches from the draft of memories. This sounds like the weariness of those who have felt too much and now walk on the shards of the past in slippers of self-irony. Where he "didn't call" - it wasn't because he was proud, but because everything was already done, and that was enough. But his voice still trembles, like someone who didn't even realize he had started waiting again.