Silence after Forever
The day you left, I travelled alone at night for the first time in my life. I saw the moon floating from the car window. The mist in my eyes, half a can of soft drink, and the cigarette reached to my lips. My hands were shaking while I tried to light the cigarette. My head started to feel relaxed, my shoulders loosened, and my body felt lighter. Along with the rising smoke, I closed my eyes. I'm standing outside the old, trodden house, which was once home but is now just a building. The only person who seems to be happy to see me is the caretaker. Funny! Those who were supposed to be satisfied have closed the doors of their hearts a long time ago. Happiness is temporary, so subjective; we can't really be happy for others, we always listen and believe whatever suits our thinking. Our idea of truth is only ours. My truth can never be your truth. Is there any space where this word happiness truly exists? For societal validation, is this idea of so-called sacrifice essential? Es...
