What does it mean that the war is over?
It's not over yet. I'm sorry, I made a mistake.
I meant...
What does it mean that the ceasefire has been lifted?
What nonsense!
My heart is still tired, really what is this!?
More tired than before
Nothing has changed and I don't feel that there is any noticeable progress or change.
My life is at a standstill
Nothing is good so far..
No comfort, no stability, no sense of security.
I always have a feeling of suffocation in my chest
Faintness from everything
I don't know if I'm just beginning to enter a state of depression or if it is pessimism about everything around me.
I don't really know how I feel about this matter, honestly.
All I know is that nothing there was comforting me except nature.
The sky is blue like a pure dream, with clouds swaying above it like pieces of cotton escaping from the pillows of dreams.
The land stretches green, adorned with pink trees as if it were a painting drawn by the brush of an artist who loves spring colors
The gentle breezes of the air.
And the sea playing with its waves as if it were whispering its eternal desire to stay and leave together.
I almost forgot myself whenever I contemplated the details of the entire universe as if it were playing a complete symphony of beauty.
Suddenly everything became gray
Yes, we were poured into blackness after we had colors.
I think they took that away too.
They took away everything
I started trying as much as possible to avoid the piles of rubble and ignore the gray color that surrounds me from every side and everywhere but..
To no avail.
I started feeling extremely sad whenever I saw the burned trees uprooted from their roots.
Whenever my eyes fell on their huge roots that split the ground and floated above its surface, I felt that something inside me was being uprooted, as if I was the one whose roots were being exposed, exposed to the cruelty of time. The pain in my chest intensifies, and sadness grows heavier on my soul, as if those trees reflect the cracks and wounds inside me.
The sea that I always loved sitting in front of for hours, that friend that I always escape to, I'm tired of it
You know,
Even the sea and I are at odds now.
The fresh air that I bet there is no air like this in the whole world,
They polluted it
They put poison in it
I no longer feel its gentle breezes penetrating my lungs as before.
It became filled with the smell of gunpowder.
All that remains is the far, far away
And it is my only sky
Although it has paled a lot, that's okay.
That's why I started running away with my eyes far from here..
I abandoned the trees
I left my inhalation and exhalation
And I quarreled with the sea
Only looking up
Only the sky..
Only the sky.
I'm really tired💔
Instantaneous writings, I called it..
"If only they hadn't done all this"
By me and on the occasion of International Women's Day
forbidden to speak..!! 🫢❌
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"When Writing Becomes a Lifeline..."
I have long searched for something to pull me out of the whirlpool of pain and confusion, until I found that writing is my only refuge—the voice no one heard, the confession I never dared to speak. Today, I choose to write my story, to unleash everything that lingers in my mind, to face my fears, and to carve a new path for my life.
Perhaps words are just the beginning, and perhaps I need more than that—emotional support to keep me strong and financial support to help me stand again. But what matters most is that I have finally started. At last, I have chosen to write… and I have chosen to live.
That's why I'm here on Tumblr 💓
