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Date Words?
19th October, 2026 As long as I have a mouth, I can hear what I think.
8th October, 2026 Memory is only an illusion. In fact, past never happened.

How do we know what we believe happened in past, actually did happen? Maybe it never happened and our brain is only generating that memory out of nowhere.
10th September, 2026 My heart has turned blue. I can not think anymore.
9th September, 2026 I wish I could see it with my eyes, where exactly I live inside this body.
8th September, 2026 I regret every word I have ever said. I wish every time I said any word, I could just pause: and observe what I was saying.
22nd August, 2026 These clouds feel stranger: I don't know why. They are still far from here, rushing through the empty sky. The birds are already in their nests. They are not talking to each other. Slowly the darkness is covering up everything. I know I should be worried but I am not anymore.
17th August, 2026 What do you think is more interesting, shadow or mirror?
17th August, 2026 I think if time ever stopped it will be those afternoons: the sky is light blue with a golden gleam; small clouds covering the sun just enough. The trees are swaying slowly in the cool wind. The clothes are drying quietly in the backyard. And there I am, just back from school.
13th August, 2026 I often confuse design with luck. A coin does have two faces.
6th August, 2026 The only free time I have is when I am not doing anything, or probably when watching the raindrops splattering on a distant road, slowly joining into continuous streams along the road. If I ever talk about freedom I think I won't ignore these streams.
2nd August, 2026 Words understand humans much more than we imagine. They were together with us in the cold winters, when fire held us together in the caves. They were there with us in the battlefields, besides the rivers, in the nights when we gazed the stars forever. I sometimes wonder what would they want to say to us; want to say about us; about themselves.
27th July, 2026 Reality and simulation only differ in ignorance. If I ever painted that Bakain tree, I want to draw myself with it as well. Even when I spent a lot of childhood time sitting, lying, hanging from that tree, I am not able to imagine me with it. Every way I imagine it feels pretentious. My imagination only wanders in its surroundings. Sometimes, when it rained water collected around it, and I would make a paper boat. My mother had told me a trick to make the boat more stable in the water by fixing the tree's berries to the boat.
15th July, 2026 Existence proves itself. Yesterday I saw myself in the mirror. I don't even know if it is funny, melancholic or nostalgic. My words don't recognise me. They talk among themselves. I only pretend to understand them, so that they won't notice me.