TWO SMALL WORDS WITH ONE SYLLABLE: LOVE AND GLASS

Love and glass… Two small words with one syllable… But how big are their meanings… Both are so sensitive, so fragile… The charm and enchantment of both dazzle you…

Doesn’t love give life to people, just as fire gives life to glass?… Glass, which carries its uniqueness in its unique form of existence, turns into a work of art in the hands of self-sacrificing people by gracefully tangoing in the states of matter. trying to be… Shaping it and protecting it, of course, is left to those who carry it in their hearts…

You wrap it in white cotton and place it at the center of your heart… You feel like flying out of happiness when you see it… You find all kinds of excuses to be able to see her and hear her voice… You say, “Well, I just called to say this” so that it is not understood… You wake up and you think of her… A smile forms on your face. In that sleepy state… You even avoid your eyes… No matter what your age is, you begin to experience childlike excitements, challenging the years… As if you are stuck on the rope of a huge kite and you turn into a crazy sofa… The blowing wind accompanies you with its whistling… The clouds become a curtain and protect you ultraviolet from the rays… Life starts to wink at you and you start to wink at life with joy… You keep running like rivers that cannot fit in your bed… Your eyes do not see, your ears do not hear. ..You wouldn’t know if the world slipped from under your feet… Everything else is meaningless…

The ship of love that anchored in your heartland before is so innocent that your mind can’t imagine it… You are so full of emotion to be the subject of poems… Even if you stop being the subject of poems, you become poetry… You can’t even realize that the days are falling off the calendar leaves one by one… Then you start experiencing events that destroy your heart…

You feel that it is difficult for your dreams to come true and those are the saddest moments of life… At such times, your mixed feelings, which are shattered into pieces of glass, are stuck in your heart like broken glass… Love and glass… How two little words with one syllable are so alike in this sense… Separation and sadness knocks on your door, your tears begin to flow… Interestingly, you cry more than you laugh… The broken glass in your heart sinks wherever you turn, it hurts, it bleeds… You feel like you were hit in the back with a double-headed dagger. You add your tears to your troubles and play happiness games… Like a volcano, your heart burns when it burns. And you recklessly throw away the remaining memories… Thin and shattered glass shards sink all over your body… Invisible to the eye, the damage is unknown. Although some slip off the surface, you experience a deeper pain under your skin. The stories of those whose hearts have touched your heart hurt the most…

If its value is not known, love is ready to break at any moment like glass, unfortunately… The feelings in a broken heart are spreading all over the world like glass particles… Of course, it’s not easy to regain it again… But at least it’s not impossible…

With friendship….

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