From Seagulls Without Seas, To Seas Without Seagulls - to heaven - a long run..

I'm in a space where time runs out. Every sound or word is lost.
In the nothingness we build statues of ourselves, and the word is heavier than stone.

We cry out into the great void only and only - into the sacred void.

Zöhre or Âz-u state, this is just. He's waiting for his time.
He's waiting for his time. My word is my word.

Raf.. ​ ​
Rafet Arslan