Looking For Gold | Turkish Delight

She walks by the beach all by herself. The sun is almost gone and the horizon is warm with colors of orange, indigo and light blue. "Oil on canvas" she thinks as she looks towards the endless sea. She takes off her shoes and connects her body to the cool sand. The sensation makes her very comfortable, she looks at her shoes and thinks about all the distances she walked in them and then looks again at the sea and thinks of all the distances she can swim without them. She pauses for a moment, thinks about listening to a song, encouraged by the lazy surroundings but then again, no. "Who needs a song when the sea sings with the beauty of a thousand orchestras" she thinks. She goes on, doesn’t look back. It crosses her mind that this is all so beautiful and it is such a shame for the sun to sink. "I’ll save the sun" she thinks. And in the eye of her mind, she freezes the view. "Oil on canvas" she thinks. She hears her breath, her footsteps and her heartbeats as the musical roaring of the sea is now silenced. Her senses are alert extraordinarily. She feels everything. She smells the sea salt in the air as if it is on her tongue, she feels how many sand grains are sticking to her toes and she can count the hairs touching her mouth.

"This must be heaven" she thinks..

The car tires screeched loudly as the driver stepped on the brake pedal with both feet all of a sudden and stirred away from the main road to avoid hitting a man crossing the street absent mindedly. "Shit" the car driver thinks in his mind as he hits the sidewalk and then the side lamp with a lot of noise and impact force. The street is suddenly all dark now that it lost its only source of light. He bumps his head on the steering wheel and loses conscious immediately. In his delirium, he sees the last moments before he bumped, it seems that time has lost its value for he sees everything happening very slowly. He is outside the car as he watches himself inside. He hangs up on the phone call angrily, throws his cell phone on the dashboard and for a moment, loses focus on the road and when his eyes are back on the moments ago empty street, he sees the absent minded man crossing.

"I must have hit him" he thinks..

He is leaving. Leaving work, leaving the city, leaving his friends.. Leaving his whole life behind. He thinks of the moment when he stood in all his anger and his shame and decided to leave. "I am leaving" he thinks. And he thinks of nothing else. He leaves the building and heads towards the curbside with the intention to cross the street. He has seen this street so many times before but this time it looks very different. Maybe because he is leaving. Maybe because now, he is free. He unties the rope around his neck and takes off the clown suit and throws it on the curb. "The sign of pretentious importance and disguised slavery" he thinks. All his life he’s been looking forward to this moment. The moment of saying enough. The moment breaking the chains. The moment of being courageous enough to face the daemons and beat them up really hard that they are no more living in the temple right between his eyes. The moment has come and the last straw is floating weightlessly in thin air. He takes his last step on the curb and into the street. He hears loud screeching noise that he believes is coming from the thoughts racing through his recently revolutionary euphoric mind. It is the climax of his feelings now. His heart beats so fast that he can hardly breathe and he feels comfortably numb. A flashing light hits his eyes but it doesn’t bother him at all.

"Now I’m free" he thinks..

It has been so long since she froze that moment by the sea and now she feels a lonely. The beauty is immense and abundant but she feels the need of someone to share it with. She consults her mind but she finds no answer. Her heart tells her to wait and then her mind tells her to leave. "Boredom" she thinks. "Boredom is losing the ability to worship consumption" her heart says. "Boredom is losing the ability to worship consumption" her heart says. "I heard you the first time" she says. "And I only spoke once" hear heart answers. She shrugs and walks on by. She hears something and pauses for a second.

She listens carefully. The air comes with the news, with the faintest sound of a recently revolutionary euphoric heart.