fog

How did these rare years passed on daily survival and work… is keeping us away from each other barbed wires are buried in fog abbreviated transitions at every barricade we spent numbered days under the roof of our mother me, my sister and brother what is difficult do you know? my love only one of us will end up till the bitter end to deal with pain and continue to live things fall apart, do not feel pain If not, the thing, the world’s gone mad. ©Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN 21.11.2013