I am walking around every nook and cranny in empty streets. It is two in the morning. Cats flying over the trash, drunk man from left to right as a very known crossword, ambulance siren to be deathless, few cars passing the life, a really silent song of dark blue with the odd but familiar asphalt scent… Am I afraid of the dark ? Maybe yes, maybe no… It drives me mad to always feel the same feelings that hurt me deeply with far away faces walking miles further… I slowed down the pavements, the scent, the passing. Would I ever consider a plastic surgery if I had a different life, different street to pass away ? Living wills are available here or wherever I am if I have a cup of coffee every day. I just don’t want to answer silly questions, refuse to be questioned or cloned. Do I have the real right to tell what in my mind is, exactly ? I need to tell white lies, I like your red hair, it’s good on you, what a wonderful life, yeah everything is going well, I am fine. Time moves slowly, time moves quickly, passing the real pavements with deep breathing, if all the world were listening to me now, I would say that I needed a reason to talk with all of you, I don’t want to be a super hero, I want to have the right to be as I am exactly. Leaving my soul to an unknown street at night, I am home. White lies are okay. I am happy tonight .

White Lies
Hülya Uçar.

You will absolutely think me very old weird soul, no doubt, I am weird, five hundred years old soul, for living so many years. I must have had real good dreams, so long time with old lampshades, upon a light night, feeling a little bit timeless, though. I have never been well enough to make the life go on as it must be, usually living the mornings as a night owl, with dilemmas being far way early in life. Did I tell you I am addicted to classic cars? I am! Mostly, I feel like an old car which sometimes waiting for being repaired in dust, sometimes driven away with high speed despite the heaviness of the time and radar of the usual life. Dilemmas and classic cars… To be an abondened classic car or very valuable driven fast car on highways…I am both stopped long years and continuing long years… I have always felt like a classic car… I take me driving away to more years…

The Classic Car
Hülya Uçar.