Fridays and Sundays

Posted: April 2nd, 2004 | Author: | No Comments »

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Today was overcast. I remember as a child (during school) Friday nights would feel overcast — even bright, sunny ones — and I couldn’t help but feel something lacking. Fridays are the weekly holidays back home, and Friday nights would mean the start of another school week; going back to school (and I was never particularly fond of school). This feeling deep in the bottom of my stomach that I had let another day — a day that belonged to me pass by without me noticing. This distant memory has been with me since. Everytime it’s overcast, I get that slight feeling of guilt, of loss that I let something else slip through my fingers…

B??l??r??m h??r ????yi gaytar ma?? olmaz
n?? g??z ya??larila, n?? yalvari??la