This story started with a children's tale. I first became a child with a child. I listened to you every morning at nine o'clock, earphones in my ears, mops in my hand. I did not understand at that time that he would drag me into a novel without end for this children's tale. I am a dreamer. I was always living a fairy tale as my days passed between work and home. I was always held on to the possibility that it might be somewhere. These dreams blew my mind, sometimes I fell into the pit, sometimes I hit my head somewhere. I even remember that one day I got off the bus I took to go to work in the wrong place. In a memory that you tell years later, I give fate how much we are likely to encounter and the unfairness of our encounter. It has been a long time since I left my job to grief, in short, nothing came out of him.
Dear Velvet I grew up with you. Now you have grown up and become a big man. To put my life in alphabetical order, it was full of you from point e to point n. I had all my hopes fit for a day when we met at some point. There was a truth that denies all written, drawn, longings, recognition and lies, which I saw in his eyes at that point. How did your gaze tell me in that fleeting moment of a glance. Really, nobody can pour water on the subject of professionalism, especially I am not even a rookie. Here I believed that look. I proceeded with that belief in your way.
But now I'm tired, velvet. My mind is tired, my dream is tired, my heart is tired. I am the "radiant girl" and you are that "light". I placed mirrors on each side, at the expense of leaving myself in the dark. As my day dawned, my sun was reflecting on those Mirrors and I was leaving myself in the dark as I enlightened you. I always wanted to be with you and made you feel like I was always there. Maybe you don't know, I would deliberately leave some of the vulnerabilities I gave or the clues I left behind.
Now velvet. I'm removing those mirrors now. While I offer you a happy life without me, I do not know how I can continue with these huge gaps around me, when there is no road left. Because that road was you. You know a story you tell, you said, "A person is with his loved one". If you dream of what you sleep, you will live it in your dreams, I have always lived you. Now it is time to align your dreams.
The time has come, velvet time has already come. Now I have to wake up from this dream and conclude this endless novel.
Velvet, you will not be left alone. And you will surely find someone who will keep you alive. Putting everything aside, cleansing my mind and retiring with the consent of his past to this poet.
Of course the poems will happen again. Because maybe this soul can live without you, but it cannot live without them. Put your hand on your neck and light it up.