Just understand, it comes slowly, until the earnings are not your own, where does peace come…..Keep your head raised, you measure the sky, till you decide not to fly yourself, where does that pride come from…. These are the leaves of time, sir, here it is understood slowly…..

Keep your head raised, you measure the sky, till you decide not to fly yourself, where does that pride come from…. These are the leaves of time, sir, here it is understood slowly…..

Everyday you fight with yourself not with the times, then you shake hands with yourself after defeating like this, It is not a matter of victory or defeat, it is just the way of the times, the search for yourself is not a battle…… This is understood a little slowly.

Take your caravan every day with every little effort, you are alone to walk….. This understanding comes a little slowly.

Every effort doesn’t have to have a destination, sometimes the paths become more important than the destinations, those who learn and connect with you. ….✍️

It is a bird that is flying in open thoughts……
When it is clear that this season of my mind is filled, it is a high flight, whenever the storm comes, it is not afraid in life….
Don’t stop u from flying….. She knows how to make noise too, but i don’t know why she stays silent. She lives by my thoughts inside me. Despite being traumatized, she fills her flights completely…
Yes, it has changed a bit now, no matter how dark it is, but it is the torch of my thoughts….

Yes, she sits tired, sometimes when there is a ruckus spreading in the mind, there is peace when I have a new flight in my mind again.
This pen of mine moving with the ink of my thoughts is my pride…✍️