The creation of Adam
Why was Adam not created free? We were not allowed to make mistakes?! As soon as I reached out my hand to the apple out of curiosity, they cut my hand, they cut my tongue, when I came to speak, I was curious to try another way, they cut off my legs, I had no right to choose my appearance and my insides. I am stuck in a frame and I am not able to change, now one shines in its frame from the beginning and one does not.
Seeing;why?
In a world where faces are forgotten, a lone figure stands amidst the chaos of swirling thoughts and perceptions, their identity erased by the overwhelming tide of conformity. Above them, a single eye watches intently, representing the ever-present scrutiny of society. The eye sees everything, yet understands nothing, its vision clouded by the intricate web of lines that bind the observer and the observed. This faceless figure, draped in shadows and ambiguity, reaches out, questioning their existence and the purpose of their visibility in a world that demands conformity but offers no recognition. The story of “Seeing;why?” captures the poignant struggle of maintaining individuality in a society that sees only what it wants to see, leaving the essence of the person lost and undefined.
Never enough
That’s never enough, it will continue until I’m completely destroyed.
I’m drowning
I don’t know what’s happening, where I am, or what will happen… until when! Every morning, I wake up and stare at the roof, at the door. Mostly, I get lost in my imagination. I feel like I need more, more of this peaceful feeling. I need to completely get lost in my head. I put my hand over my eyes, and now, now it’s beautiful. How magical, how warm and excellent it is here! To be honest, sometimes I think about getting lost there forever. That thought always comes to my mind, but suddenly I smell something. It’s like something is burning right now. It seems strange, then I start to run, run to reach the top of the mountain. There, I have a better view of the jungle and.. and! Suddenly I am shocked! The jungle is burning. All the trees, all that magical world, is burning right now! I’m completely confused. What’s happening right now? Then, slowly, start to realize what just happened. I don’t know whether to be happy or not. Is this survival, or just a ticket to distraction?
Lost
I lost in darkness but still shining.
Captive
I remember the moment I was born, when in a darkened room with no windows, I opened my eyes to a lightless world for the very first time. I remember shivering with fear, suffocating with pressure yet feeling a glimpse of hope. There was no reason to keep living. I don’t remember a thing besides darkness, the dim walls of the room, the chain, and the hands that had made my body their plaything. I thought that was what life was. I couldn’t see anything else. Walls, hands, chains, walls of vulgar hands and chains, over and over. What can be expected of someone who’s never seen daylight? Living that life turned me into that very darkness… into those vulgar hands and chains. The pain had now turned into a game for me, and my perception of it had changed for good. Daylight became the source of my pain, and darkness gave me life. These days will come to an end, and every seemingly endless world will come to a full stop…
My skinny bones
It’s me, you see my life, the skinny bones that speak to you, my life is summed up in this picture, there is no strength left in my body, but I continue anyway, I try to be alive! I’m tired of life, but at the same time I’m afraid of death, being alive is what I’m fighting for right now, not living, just being alive! Art always speaks and this is the best way of communication, I will talk to you with the art as long as ! am alive, stay with me because your presence by my side is the only thing that keeps these thin bones alive.
Gift
there’s always a hidden gift we overlook…
Empty note
Darkness is looking at me, I’m drained of thinking even understanding, Shortest answers are my choice to handle conversations, hate being alone though I’ve forgotten how to communicate, I can’t come up with a right decision and crossroads have always been at my way, there is no way to understanding, it’s my empty note for this night.
Hey, it’s me
The story started when one of the high-ranking angels who was in charge of God’s armed forces started disobeying God’s orders after realizing God’s hypocrisy and lies, and then he was summoned by God. The angel was present at the divine court of angels and since disobeying God’s orders was one of the greatest sins, he was removed from all his positions and lost his heavenly position and was expelled from heaven forever. After a long time of wandering and confusion, he came to his senses and decided to go on an adventure, start a new life and experience new things. He knew all the worlds and all the intelligent races of the universe and decided to come to earth. He was always curious about humans. He was always interested in how they coexist with all their differences!!? He knew that humans are a polluted creature and that deception, lying and hypocrisy are common among the majority of them, he knew that humans are racist and that they differ from skin color to their beliefs and opinions, and they have been fighting each other for long years and on these issues they have a conflict. He knew that peace and friendship is a foreign culture to earthlings but still the angel was curious that maybe he could meet interesting people and have an interesting adventure. The angel got ready, took the form of a thunderbolt and aimed at the earth, he shooting himself and moving towards the earth at full speed, along the way the angel had no idea where to go, it was not an important thing to him. He left his landing place to fate and fell into a very short sleep. suddenly very accidentally the angel’s thunderbolt struck the neck of a teenage boy who was sitting on a chair on a very old and strange bridge crossing a river on a foggy day and The spirit of the angel was breathed into the boy’s body but he could completely enter the boy’s mind and communicate with him. This is just the beginning of the adventure…
Wish to fly
It’s 6 am, the sun is rising and it’s very foggy. It has been three hours since Angel fell on the boy’s neck. Angel has been talking with the boy and his friend Gary (raven) for a few hours and they are already used to each other. Angel has not even seen any human except the boy and he still curious to see humans even though the boy did not have good memories of humans and he told him they were the most unreliable creatures he had ever seen. At the same time that they were walking on the bridge and talking together, the boy asked the angel, he told him that if it’s possible, he want to have wings like angels. the boy wished to fly, he wanted to be as far away from ground and humans as possible. He want to touch the sky, he knew that wings are not permanent, but he wanted this to happen anyway, to have wings, to fly and embrace the sky, and the angel did this for him.
The meaning of life
Life for me means being alive, I don’t have any special expectations, maybe my life is a little different from others, every morning when I wake up, I pack my bag and come here, I have a very good relationship with this place, I’m sure Others can understand my feeling, 6 am, misty air, absolute peace and the river under your feet, I come here every morning and draw until sunrise, I draw the people who pass by here, my hand draw their faces very strange, others don’t like my drawings but I enjoy them, I can feel the purity in them, for now this is the meaning of life for me, maybe I will change my mind in a few moments. It was the boys answer for fallen angel question, “what is the meaning of life to you!?”
The tree of my life
The tree of my life… has no complex features, is devoid of feelings, has no leaves, just a stout and dry tree trunk consisting of three faces, my three faces,… the faces are also devoid of feelings, me as a child, me as a Young boy and me as an old man. This is the tree of my life, a summary of several years of life. .
Ying-Yong
From the moment this world saw light and brightness, it also saw darkness… Light without darkness is meaningless, peace without cruelty is meaningless, and good without bad is meaningless… So either we have to walk in our illusions or accept the reality! both of them are beautiful, but the problem is that the reins of fate are not in my hands, not in your hands too, we can’t achieve absolute light and absolute darkness, we only have to bow down to fate!