World-Weariness ( Dr. selim can alkoc )

What was that sound? What was it, what was it, what was it? At the same time a cry, a scream, a groan ; impossible to describe with words. Sounds like someone's suffering, but to make the human voice more bold, more profound and severe. The sound of a wild animal almost moribund. But in the middle of the city, what the job of a wild animal?

Look again heard that voice. Where did he come? Incessant hum of the city, even in pitch darkness, sound no way of knowing exactly where it came from. Street lights illuminate every corner of the deserted streets, even though they do not see why you have sound? I turn my head to the sky, standing there for millions of years led me to the stars anymore. Audio polluted, even light polluted.

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I came the sound of wooden house behind me. Not from his mother beaten to place a child's voice was that? Why am I always unhappy people out of their anger is the scapegoat?

Or where the street ends at the beginning behind prison walls, the commander wants to bring tea now beaten one is crying? When given the power into the hands of human beings, why are you always use to harm?

Maybe behind those walls thoroughly, they tortured a poor, half-witted old man is crying? She lies to get rid of it you have chosen the easiest and ugly. Morality than to harm people they called each other everything, in fact, consists of sexual economics is that when the concession law will understand?

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Look, look, she screamed again. Right behind me came again, from somewhere below. How fast you can go back if I turn my back, I can not reach to where the sound came. I do not change anything, the sound can not shut me at any moment and he draws.

I do not know, I do not know. No, actually, I know, I know very well, but I do not want to accept. Someone is doing a disservice to one, now, right now, and you always want to maintain the vicious cycle of evil which side are you. When açsam newspapers, when I look at people on the street, I saw the anger is always the same. My eyes are filled with tears, so much torment each other, how can you?

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Sound came from very close this time. I quickly turned around and looked carefully into the street, cobble bit of rain drops on the grass enough to see the individual. I know this time that the sound comes from : Tucked into a corner, nourished himself worthy of that tree moaned with narrow piece of land.

I'm hugging her unwavering. Wet and hard shell console myself is me. Constantly judging each other, creating enemies and cause of the problem is that they know the correct name of all the people who can not see him, I apologize.

" One like they are asleep " I whisper. " Forgive them. Unaware of what they are doing. " Do not have the power to say no more, I'm drowning in tears.

After a few sighs, he is silent.

As I understand it always does, once again, forgive.

My name is [url=http://tr.linkedin.com/pub/selim-can-alko%C3%A7/78/507/53b]Dr. selim can alkoc[/url]. I'm 23 years and I live in Istanbul, Turkey.