Ve yeniden iç çekti, gerçekten de o kadar hüzünlüydü ki hüzün onu her an etkisi altına alabilecek şekilde içine yerleşmiş olmalıydı; her şeyden bunca keyif alan, analizle pek ışı olmayan, ama elbette fena halde romantik olan bir adam için tuhaf...
Why are we always seeking love?
An act of desperation,
An internal hunger,
Fresh blood of the heart,
Or is it just a silent scream?
But the ocean is clear enough to see the fishes:
It is simply evidence.
A proof that you are lovable.
External validation.
Maybe it is sick-minded
But it is concrete at least.
The truth of desperation
It is the history of loneliness
History of humanity
Flesh and blood.
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