Gitmiyorum.
Hos insanin dogasinda var gitmek de kalmak da.
Diger yandan kimi zaman gidene zor, kimi zaman kalana,
Arkasindan el sallayana.
Hatta senin farkinda bile olmadigi icin yalniz basina arkasindan bakana.
Peki ya hangisi daha zor?
Gitmesinin, onemsendiginin farkinda olmasi mi olmamasi mi?
Kimimiz aci cekmeyi sever, bilsin, senin gozlerinin icine baksin da doya doya sen uzul diye...
Ya da kimi ayni anda aci ceksin ister
Yani kimi mazosist kimi sadist.
Uzuntu halindeyken bile sifatlar, tanimlar koyabiliyoruz.
Bir ozgur birakamiyoruz doyasiya uzulelim.
Peki bu ne?
Ozgur olmak mi korkutuyor yoksa?
Birseylere bagli degilmis, her an ortada kalabilirmis gibi.
Oysa hic dusunmeyiz ki ozgurken heryere ait olabilirsin.
Her topraga alisip her kokuyu icine cekip her suda yuzup her tadin zevkine varip her yuzu taniyarak
Ve etrafindakilerin alanina izinsiz dalmayarak
İste o zaman korkmazsin ozgur olmaktan.
Tam tersi seversin onu, korur gozetirsin.
Baskasina yardimci olursun.
O zaman anlarsin; gitmek de ozgurluk kalmak da
Bazen uzakta olan sana en yakin olandir, ruhuna en cok dokunan.
Uzaktan duydugun notalar ya da sevdigin bir cicek veya toprak kokusu gibi
Ben yine de gitmiyorum, seviyorum bu toprak parcasini.
Ozgur olduguma inanarak yasamayi...

İ ak not leaving.
Well, it's human nature; to leave le to stay
On the other hand, it is sometimes hard for the one going or at times the one staying.
Who is waving hand at the back
'Cause (s)he even doesn't know about you
Then which one is harder;
That (s)he realizes there's someone caring
Some of us like to grieve that one looks into your eyes and you feel pain more
Or some like to feel the one gets hurt more
Some masochist some sadist
We use adjectives, definitons even when we are grieving
We don't let ourselves suffer deeply
What's this?
Are we afraid of being free or feeling that we are not bound to anyone, anywhere and we might be left alone in the middle of nowhere?
However we never think that we belong to everywhere when we are free.
We can get used to every soil, absorb every smell deeply, swimming in every water, getting the very best of pleasure of every taste; by getting to know every face,
Without getting into the other's borders with no permission.
Then you won't be afraid of being free,
Just the opposite; you'll love it, protect and care for it;
You help the other.
Then you understand freedom is both leaving and staying.
Sometimes the one who is far away is the one who is the closest, touches your soul,
Just like the notes of music you hear from far away
Or your favourite flower or the smell of the earth.
I am not leaving anyway
I love that part of the earth
Believing that i am free!

Giz