Bring it back.
Bring back kindness.
Bring back true love.
Bring back loyalty.
Bring back the effort.
Bring back reliability.
Bring back masculinity and gentlemanliness.
Bring back femininity.
Bring back scientific research.
Bring back family ties.
Bring back empathy.
Take the masks back.
This is the English version of the article Maskeleri de getirebilirsiniz
This is the translation of some writing from an Instagram post. It was playing Back to Black-Amy Winehouse. I do not remember the name of the account. I have no idea why my mind merged this song with Her Sevda Bir Ölümmüş-Hakan Altun. Some kind of deaths, more farewells…
No farewells make me feel nice. Even if it is for a new year. Even while writing or typing something, I feel a bond with 2024, don’t you?
When did you write something? Not type.
I wish we could have something like Spotify Wrapped for life and years as well. Who did you listen to most, this year… This person.
It shall have the ability to reach everything. You felt the biggest joy while eating this one. This place is the one you visited most. You spent this many minutes on the way this year. That much sleep you got. That many times you forgot why you got your phone and lost in social media. This much swears, this many apologizes… You got some hearts, you even taughts how to get, maybe. That many times you got mad, cried, hugged…
How many times did you have hugs?
Who and how much you delivered your kisses?
How many times did you shout this year?
How much time you spend with your mirror?
How many times did you eat? Cook?
What did you say the most?
How much did you struggle with farewells?
New year brings some hope but old year also takes so many stuff while leaving. The ones in the back, the time of the yeari the memories we will not be able to remember again in this life, the person I was, this year.
Obviously it cannot take everything but we desperately miss past times. Even the near past. Not without a huge time travel, even going 10 years back could appeal to too many people these days. So much is gone.
I absolutely agree with the “Bring back the effort”. Bring back masculinity and gentlemanliness and femininity too please, if that is possible. Reliability too. All of them.
However, I believe that masks are classy. They do not escape.
Speak closely.
I am right here and not leaving. But I cannot reveal myself completely, can you dance with me this way?
Says, the mask one. Kinda.
V for Vendetta.
Not every breakup may be bad. Near or far.
Besides, it’s far away from whom and from what? Close?
Don’t keep yourself away from a glass of water.
Listen Gökhan Tepe — Aşk Belası. Quite lovely song.
Get a pistachio cookie. Or a chocolate one.
Let something visit the roof of your mouth.
We carry so heavy, do we have any idea how much damage we are having?
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Can you really bring kindness back? Some time that people do not think that speaking clear and delicate in the language is not lame? With no habit of saying “kidding” after being rude. Remembering the reality of pain, struggle. Even Sun is not 24 hours live anywhere, we can fade some times. We can feel down sometimes, which is not a depression. Can you bring a year that people are not gonna think that swearing is not cool and asking an actual “How are you?” question still does exist.
I am not saying go cry with someone. Rain exists, as the Sun, as the Fog, as all of the Clouds. Every story has a unique beginning, a unique end. This is why we can “read”.
Nothing ended after only one thing, we did not memorize it.
This is not a farewell, understand me.
Baby biscuits are unbelievably good but harmful. And it is ending. Old versions were more delicious though.
Not everyone ends at the same time for all of us. If it does not end, we should let it flow maybe. We might say “flow” to the obstacle of the waterfall. Flow.
Wish you dreams filled with sambac jasmine smell, and great nights.
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You can bring masks. To the new year as well.
I am in for a fancy night, It's okay not to see everything crystal clear.
What about you?
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