Hüseyn
@Huseyn_Huseynli
How could I ever know you?
When you are miles and miles away
How could I forgive myself?
How blind and scared I was
28 okur puanı
Ocak 2022 tarihinde katıldı
Reklam
Summary of my life
Remember the story
I used to tell you when you were a boy . . .
about a young prince.
A knight,
sent by his father, the King of the East,
west into Egypt . . .
to find a pearl.
A pearl from the depths of the sea.
But when the prince arrived,
the people poured him a cup
that took away his memory.
He forgot he was the son of the king.
Forgot about the pearl . . .
and fell into a deep sleep.
Maybe hopelessness is freedom.Umut
Puan vermedi·124 syf.·
2022 39. kitabı
Seems absurd that Estragon and Vladimir forget that it's not the first day they've been waiting for godot,they don't even remember the messenger already told them "tomorrow without a doubt", they don't seemingly realise they're living in a cycle but they continue to wait something that's not coming,hoping it will. Maybe they want to forget that this routine already happened because if they didn't forget they would remain hopeless. Is it so bad to be hopeless? Or is hope that makes us suffer? Waiting and waiting until your strengths break.
Maybe hopelessness is freedom.
Der Einsame an GottTanrı
I am lonely, God, shaken by the storms of fate.
Unloved and abandoned
I struggle in this hostile night.
My heart grows heavy, and grows bitter
each time I think of you.
You are a blind God, full of cruelties,
full of actions we do not understand.
Why do you, you who have the power,
why do you let the monsters and the scoundrels
be happy, while the noble souls
have to endure their ghastly misery?
Why do you torture me who loved you,
chase me into the night alone?
Why do you rob me of everything
while you give freely to every vicious fool?
Rarely I complained to you,
and almost never cursed you.
For years I served you as a faithful priest
and praised you as my Lord and God.
You were the goal and purpose of my life.
I strove for the good and aspired to love.
I pursued compassion and purity as my highest goals
even if I was flailing in the dark.
And yet you never fulfilled a dream of mine,
you never answered any of my prayers.
Instead you graced my enemies with favor after favor.
For me it was always work and struggle
while next door the happy rabble
played guitar and sang and danced.
Oh God, you are my torturer
