The Color of the Sky

It wasn't the color of his skin neither his eyes.
It was the color of the sky
that got me nearby

Today

Don't touch me today! But tomorrow you can smash me into pieces!

Thinking Why

With three words- i.e. I, love, you- you can tell a world of things. I wonder why we fail to express ourselves and understand each other with millions of words we have!

On Such A Sunny Winter Day...

The smell of his father's skin was still in her hands.

The coldness of him in her skin, the muds of his graveyard on her shoes, looking at what was left from him, a piece of soil, she was crying, she was cursing, she was shaking.

He was burried without her.

He was burried deep in her skin...

On such a sunny winter day in the world of ugliness.

So The Story Begins...

Once upon a time, in search for a refuge in somewhere, some other place rather than in my innermost self, I saw his picture on my school's weekly newspaper. With sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile on face, he wasn't akin to anything I was used to.

After our first encounter through the newspaper, he became what I most wanted, what I most needed. Then, one day, he went away with the same sweet smile on his face. And I, I stayed with the newspaper.

Today, I still keep this newspaper in my drawer.

Today, I still keep on seeing him through that newspaper.

She Chose Him

She chose him.
Because for him it didn’t matter what she had had.

For the rest, it was valuable, it was unique, it was sacred, it was her life.

For her it meant nothing, it was nothing but a chain to be broken in order to free first her mind then her body. From the very first moments, she knew that for him it was important only because she had chosen him.

It was an honor for him and an honor for her-perhaps in a different way. And she gave him and herself that honor on the very first day of their encounter, never to be forgotten.

Being a Part of a Sad Story

It's so difficult to be a part of a sad story.

The story swallows you in, whether you like it or not, make you surrender to all the painful consequences of the events. You search for a way out in this never-ending story, but all the exists are closed until you suffer what you're given to suffer.

It's so difficult to be a part of a sad story, not knowing how it would end.

Life and Death

Life starts only today for those who are destined to die tomorrow. They begin to live starting from the very first minute they know their death is not so far. Awareness of their existence is felt through endless pains, both in their bodies and thoughts.

When they most want to stay alive, they die...in silence.