Günlerden pazar,her zaman olduğu gibi .

Değişken zannettiğin ama

değişseyecek, Çiçek, ağaç, böcek, toprak aynı ,

Sen aynı ben aynı onlar , bunlar aynı

Sıradandı attığım bütün adımlarım,

son defa da olmayacak bu yürüyüşüm,

Parkta başka bir yürüyüş değil;

sıradanlaşandı boşa geçen zamana isyanım.......

Suicide. It’s not just another walk in the park. For example, one has to decide if he indeed truly wants to shuffle off this mortal coil. Then if one deems the answer is yes, he will then have to decide how he’s going shuffle off this mortal coil. There is also the matter of one having to choose a specific location where he wants to be found after shuffling off this mortal coil. Note or no not...

“Everything happens for a reason”

Don’t you love that saying?

There was a time where I didn’t see the problem in this

This statement

This opinion

But when something tragic happens

Your mindset changes

_You_ change

Once I lost someone who meant the world to me

I started to believe that this is one of the worst things you could say to someone

Now

I do believe that there’s a place and time...

“Heeeey, Jimmy!” How’s the dogs today?” said the sharply dressed woman in the Wall Street pantsuit, talking to the man behind the food cart, in the center of the city park.

“Yo, Ximena! Everything is roses. You know how we do it.”

Jimmy opened the cart, and reached for two Italian sausages. The usual.

“How’s the markets today, boss lady?”

He said, placing steaming onions, peppers, and extra...

Walking in the same old park is actually an exercise.

For hours of striding and occasional sitting,

There are thoughts meant to be exorcised

Wanting to be put forth but marked of futile worth.

As if a simplified simulation of the mundane life-

To keep the safe pace means everything’s commonplace:

The repeating lengths, turns, trees, and wildlife-

Time drags here and there but spicy thoughts spark...

The leaves are humongous

Three pronged and bigger than a hand

Sounds alert, they are among us

On two razor sharp toes they stand

This is no walk labeled classic

This is Jurassic...

Goodbye walks are the hardest

You forget don’t you?

The curves, the gradients, the way your muscles feel

As you tread small inclines

On loose gravel paths

Through familiar passages

Clusters of bushes, fiery collages of colour carefully collated by gardeners

Spattering of wild flowers more carefully curated by nature

A sense of home, of comfort

Your unroofed house

You don’t own it, pack it up

It ...

I’m going back to 505…

Well really, 5/15 is the day of significance, a day I will never forget. At this point in my life, I was committed to playing college soccer. I was two weeks away from graduating high school, then a gap year abroad. I was an unstoppable force. What could go wrong?

Chasing down the ball, colliding with the defender, then in a split second, life changed. Have you ever heard ...

this is not just another walk in the park.

I’m not coming back.

I cleaned my room,

I laid out my letters

“I’m sorry, I cannot do this anymore,

I’ve gone for a walk,

Don’t look for me,please

Let me go now,

I tried my best,

Let me walk away,

Leave me to go forever,

Goodbye,

I love you forever, Alice.”

I signed them all “I love you forever” and I know that’s true,

My forever has run out,

I’m no...

Previously on the gluey ghost part tow they where still in the boys bath room👨🏽‍🦱 but before they could leave Emilia The charter box because she was asking so many questions too many but the one that she said like million was when will me and Connie die the ghost replied 98🪦🧓🏼 now I need to go and pee!! “More like pee you” Connie replied since the ghost was sooooo offended he decided to no...