Nietzsche on ‘Friend’

A friend should be a master at guessing and keeping still: you must not want to see everything.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Thinking Ahead: Ashes Scattered on the Bosphorus Whilst This Playing

I can tell you’re feeling lost
Wondering round without a clue
The road you will cross
Take my hand I’ll lead you

Now, I don’t know it all
But if you fall
I’ll be there for you
The things that you can be
Are there for us to see

I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe in all the things that you do
(All the things you do)
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe

I’ve seen you and your battle scars
Caught up in these rattling chains
I wonder how you are
Inside this so called fame

I wanna fill your empty shell
Free you from the spell
Throw away the blame

I’m gonna set your soul at ease
Thaw you from the freeze

I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe in all the things that you do
(All the things you do)
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe

We’re travelling full speed
We got all that we need
Let’s go out on that ride

It’s time for you and me
And all that we can be

I believe in you
I believe in all the things that you do
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe in all the things that you do
(All the things you do)
I can tell you’re feeling lost
(I believe in you)
(I believe, I believe in you)
I believe in you
(All the things you do)
(I believe, I believe in you)
Yes, I do
I can tell you’re feeling lost
(I believe in you)
(I believe, I believe in you)
I believe in you
(All the things you do)
(I believe, I believe in you)
Yes, I do
I believe
(I believe in you)
(I believe, I believe in you)
I believe in you
I believe in you

Désenchantée

Tout est chaos
A côté
Tous mes idéaux des mots
Abîmés…
Je cherche une âme, qui
Pourra m’aider
Je suis
D’une génération désenchantée

Solitary

VNV Nation

Hüzünlendim

Pencere yari acik,
kullagim rüzgarin sesini dinlemekte,
kalbide ise sen!!!

Seni düsünüyorum,
kafam karisiyor,
bilmedigim bir duygu
beni pencereye cekiyor

Yere düsen yapraklari seyre dalyiorum!
Düsündüm!!!
Oysaki birkac gün önce canlilardi,
su anda ise gözümün önünde,
cansiz bir sekilde yere düsmekteydi…

Ölümü düsündüm,
bir gün bende böyle kayip gidecektim bu dünyadan!
Yasamak güzel ise ölmekte güzel olmali
diye düsündüm.
Yüzümde bir tebessüm hayata gülümsedim

I Wanna Sing, I Wanna Shout

You’ve got the words to change a nation
but you’re biting your tongue
You’ve spent a life time stuck in silence
afraid you’ll say something wrong
If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song?
So come, on come on
Come on, come on
You’ve got a heart as loud as lightening
So why let your voice be tamed?
Baby we’re a little different
there’s no need to be ashamed
You’ve got the light to fight the shadows
so stop hiding it away
Come on, Come on

I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
so put it in all of the papers,
i’m not afraid
they can read all about it
read all about it oh

Emeli Sande – Read All About It Part 3

Hasret

Senden uzaklarda geçmiyor günler
Duygu hasret, gönül hasret, ben hasret.
Hasret ile yapılmakta düğünüm.
Sevdam hasret, yürek hasret, ten hasret.

Yar olur geceler, duygular düşte
Bana inat tüller her gün cümbüşte
Hayat denen şu karmaşık dövüşte
Durum hasret, gidiş hasret, hal hasret.

Gönül çetrefilli kızsan usanmaz
Kalemler kırılmaz yazsan usanmaz
Aldırış etmesen sussan usanmaz
Gönül hasret, yazı hasret, söz hasret.

Finding The Greatest Love Of All

For days now R has been having this song on repeat. Not because she is trying to continuously pay tribute to the legacy Whitney Houston has left behind. Not because the death of Whitney was such a devastating moment in R’s life since she grew up listening to her songs.
But because this song means so much to R.

Having grown up without any perception of love, the concept of it all. |Not knowing what Love even meant R had never been capable of feeling any kind of love for herself. How could she? Love was simply a word that was overused in so many circumstances she found herself in but never an emotion she felt in reality. Emotional poverty at its worst.

When R heard this Whitney song for the first time she cried. Tears that came from an unknown place, some hollow space situated somewhere within her. R still feels like tearing up every single time this song is played. And since it has been on repeat for the past few weeks, tearing up is just what she did. So many times. Over and over again.

For now R still has no idea what love is. No matter how many philosophers she reads, she still has no clue. Neither does she know how to love herself. That is the brutal honesty that lives within her. She is looking. She is searching for it. Desperately. But for now without success.

If only she had more to lead her on this journey than this song alone.

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