Betül M
@Anaphora
Sand
And she frequently forgot,
That her body (all our bodies) is a house of sand.
That it had shattered and is shattering still.
Slipping stubbornly through fingers.
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White pebble - condensed silence
A long time ago she found a white pebble on a beach. (…) If silence could be condensed into the smallest, most solid object, this is how it would feel, she thought.
It is not true that everything is colored by time and suffering. It is not true that they bring everything to ruin.
Unfamiliar city - going deeper into your own interior
Why do old memories constantly drift to the surface here in this unfamiliar city? (…) The more stubborn the isolation, the more vivid these unlooked-for fragments, the more oppressive their weight. So that it seeems the place I flee to is not so much a city on the other side of the world as further into my own interior.