by the way,

by Viktormarkin on January 29, 2013 1 Comment

Sometimes i burn things for fun. 

it was all started on some loner gray village in Ankara. 
we were just trapped under dark red sky and bounded by minimum wages. Everyone was grateful except me. 
I stood, and choosen to eat nuts and drink soda on that old brick fence. Nothing to resist, nothing to object. 
Probably that was the only place i could find peace on earth. 
Years passed. People died. 
Now im living in istanbul. 
i miss my liver capacity and my talent of empathy.