Month: July 2012

I Wrote This For You

If you ask me what made me writing this, it was not you. It was my friend. He told me I should say this but I knew that I’m always better at writing some lines that would fit perfectly in a soap opera than saying things that make sense. So I wrote this. For you. For me. For my future daughter, so later I can say, “Maera, I was really good at writing, until I met your father.” I like you. I like the space between your stupid words. I like the space among the traffic you can laugh at. I like the space on the windows you captured. I like the space you like. I like the space in those four years with serendipities. Then after a while, I understood, that some space might be created to be empty. After several times of drawing a plan there, I realized that it was like making space inside space; as plan was another space. Space of uncertainty. Space that belongs to destiny instead of serendipity. I like …

Sea You Someday

You look perfect from far away that I don’t care how imperfect you are, to come without hello and go without goodbye. Or maybe you murmur “Hello terrain; goodbye infinity. Goodbye shoreline; hello again infinity” in your language. Maybe in invisible ripple. Or attached to the zephyr. Or in a silent sad song. But you remind me of repetition that never ends. A wanderer without destination. A good news without addressee. A story without epilogue. You remind me of how I want to die; at peace; and a list of what songs should be looped on my funeral. Someday. I. Sea. You. You look perfect from far away.