We were happy together until that final night. Misunderstandings and calculations regarding money and expectations. Big children of different levels sharing with tension. Probably should’ve spelled things out earlier. Alone now, some solace. Colours less vibrant and static again. Desperate for a new chapter. Reset and repeat.

Swimming in the late oily pools. Ground pale stones of the crumbling cliffs collected in the mouth of a shallow cave. Hijabs and pale bones – the locals of central Anatolia. We all jump from rocks, eyes open under the turquoise blue.

Premature departures. Missed opportunities. Copernicus now. Satellites moving, avoiding the sun to age less. I am not lying now, nor staying still. Five months of growth and decay, still laughed and loved.

External music changes tune. Jarring mood of the left. Left the Lycian YOLO – archaic in Antalya.

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