I realized that people get sad when they live in a complicated way for a while, and then simple.
For a while, their heart beats not only for themselves but also for someone else, and then just for themselves.
For a while, they carry stress, and then not.
For a while, they walk together, and then alone.
For a while, they get kissed, and then not.
For a while, they smoke, and then they eat Mikado sticks.
Simplifying life is a solution that carries a painful cost called the feeling of failure. Even if it’s not really so.

A winter night, with an open window, a cold room, lying on the bed, earphones in, listening to the song “Bıçak Keskin.”