Ugultuyu Kesin!

Funeral prayers are threaded. I do not know one from the back alerting me " where is the qibla by design. " My face has never seen before in my environment. The dead do not have a job, only concern is to establish authority over the people. Always buzzing in my mind, always in my mind that hum. I'm looking for Bona silence.

Hum right along the road leading to the cemetery is still that. Where do they find a topic that people keep talking? A light misting rain, wet asphalt sound coming from the tires. Arabs from the dirty glass, out of my mind the reality is reflected in a gray frame. Seems remote cemetery.

Someone kazmis a pit, facial expressions, adopting the best description 're waiting for a tip. Mouth of snapping, but not in a language I know of sounds they make. I think the only hum. "Why did you grieve, to digthe grave was duyguland you " just want to ask, but merges into the buzzing, a state space description not want to be like them.

Tomb argue me in the beginning. "You stand in front. " How always, everything ought to be the know how. Only I do not know anything. I did not know the words in a language. I can not be resolved meaning of expressions, movements.

I feel powerless, I'm crouching on the ground. Disapproving glance in me, I do not care. Smells like wet soil. It's like a moment of silence or my mind starts buzzing around me pushing. I feel like it remembers. Wish you could a little more silence them.

By removed from the coffin again is starting to hum. Surprisingly, even in the majestic shroud. I'd seen previously how the shrunken, were kamburlasmis. Two days ago by recreating an image in my mind : the skin, the skin was like a teenager, kirismamis. A sound to others, per the directives on what direction to give çevrileceg begins. I'm not looking that way. Said it's the others as the most important issue in that moment, quickly plunges into the pit. Superior muddied the beginning of the proof of love that will be understood.

Not sig dug the pit, sounds great. Hectic break at the tip of tau, are extending his grave. It will go onlike that all the fuss? My house ' Enough, enough, ' I say. Your hate has as its entire lifetime. Please give a shit anymore. Exact humming, buzzing, sure!

Selim Can AlkoçSelim Can Alkoç

My name is Selim Can Alkoç. I'm 23 years and I live in Istanbul, Turkey.