incessant beeping of car horns..
the pollution coating the back of my throat.
the guy next to me in this net cafe
asking where msn messenger is.
the feeling i have right now
impatient patience.
transit waiting.
waiting...
for the pollution in my nose not to be there anymore...
so i can smell sweet trees
see the clouds pass thru the leaves..
And thru the bright night lights
and hazy days
the apathy and boredom that drowns
and dismays
the people in the city who know no more than
long hours and struggles - çay and football...
sucking on cigarettes everywhere i go.
every second breath i take...
i get a lungfull of it.
the kındness of opression of being a woman
the respect of the front door before him
and the eyes
that say no man will want her
they dont say it to me
but i hear it.
whats that thing under her nose. she has a moustache!
allah knows...
great spirit is forgotten in this great big world
i feel myself lose it
now its so big it shows
i wanna be out of this city matrix..
somehow i get stuck.
patience to practice.
theres been invaluble lessons for me here.
Treasurebox
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