WANTED MİSSİNG PERSON !
Lost since unknown time. Please call any seven numbers who has seen dearie friend me that has psychological symptoms in the name of human kindness. Get back home! I have forgiven you!…You know I can’t come back home. We have been too late for something. I felt that I can never look back. We had already been far away. Everthing has been passing too quickly , I am before climacteric, at home, by myself, I am quiet, and I have no ability to have dreams now, I am near enough . If it were possible to change something I wouldn’t grow up and live as a little child endlessly, and my mom would be near me and tell me how the future would be bright. Magic is lost. I grew up.
I wouldn’t have lived with Tom as he never likes flowers. I could look for the four leafed clover untill the life stops. I wouldn’t be as hopeless as I am today.I may be a traveler. I may look for everything I haven’t known and met. There are some times in someone’s life that only want to get worry about all and never want to read. That strange blue devils bring the time to sleep and forget about everything passed and lived when the night just starts to be dark. Hours to sleep with sleeplessness, I begin to count untill one thousand, insomnia is in my hand, to sleep or not, pink little pills, no more sadness, clenced punches and teeth, there is a hurt in me, swooping me, years and more memories, if only, if only, nine hundred- seventy five, tonight goes on counting untill five thousand, too long time to be reminded for being late at night and day.
From left to right, disappearing, a paradise, a belief that can be reached its knowledge with magical process. Love, seeking, dream. It had been morning. Childhood passed, songs finished to be played, games over, someone was hidden, others were seeking, where it had been, unknown places, maybe behind a haunted house, maybe a next door,the right place has never been discovered, all the details have been flown away, time has been confused , who will find a middle way, kept as a top secret, no more letters posted, the nays have it, no resolution could be founded…An ad on the newspaper, I lost my identity card, it is void, someone looks like me has never lived, the story- teller summarised the missing story as everyone has very little time to get worry about a stranger even she dies, and avoid telling the details but we all know that someone has always had a long story.
