All this ruin, alongside the fairies,
My wells are mere wreckage, out of reach:
Each one deeper than the last.
My blind eyes trace the euphoria,
I am starting to stay with the fairies.
They follow me into every room.
Whispering my name behind closed doors.
Healing me with their four-leaf clovers.
With the fairies, I watched from the window,
that learned, bendable reality.
If you wish to wander through the other rooms of the mind and read another inner record: Haberin Olsun – Irmak Çelik
