Touch me

Touch me
With your words,

with your thoughts

Yeah, you know where

Let that light of yours

Shine through me [I'll let out my darkness]

Pierce my skin

Yeah, just let it bleed

Go on [I'm ready]

Go on [I won't hold you to it]

Go on [...]

There are cells

In my body

Just waiting to hear

your next word

I will enjoy

every letter of it.

"Of course I could do without it, she said, letting her gaze focus on something distant. But why would I? Why would I not treat myself with having my blood rush through me, heating me up from the inside? Having my stomache turn in pure anticipation? If nothing else, he will be good for my blood circulation."

The beginning was like all love affairs are

Istanbul - What would be the right way to describe that city?

Arriving after dark I got the urge to walk those narrow streets, winding their way upwards. Not even the rain could turn the excitement off - instead it lured me into a love affair that would last for seven days and seven nights.

The beginning was like all love affairs are: Wild and exciting, promising, mysterious. I admired all that for me was new - my appetite seemed endless.

Like all love affairs that start off being wild and exciting, promising and mysterious, also this one came to its end. After five days and five nights it started to dawn on me: what attracted med like a cat to a bowl of cream was the feeling of having found something different, a jewel that glimmered in a different way than the other ones, reflecting its shine in my eyes.

The end was bitter, like in all love affairs that end after only seven days and seven nights of heat. Yet no hard feelings were left to linger. I knew it was because of the fact that we were too different, from two different worlds, strange to each other. And as Istanbul was a stranger to me, was I a stranger to Istanbul.

Despair

The rope is in my hand and the other end strangles the neck I placed it around. That was after I'd lifted it off mine. Killing for saving one's own life. Right or Wrong? Are we to save our own life or are we to give it away to save somebody else's?

Despair is the word and the root of today's confusion. Is it a beginning of change or only a phase of death?

Let's make the day bright and bring in the sun. (Who can take all this despair?)
Let it shine on our cold feet and begin a change from the inside.
Breath in the warmth of every ray that hits the thin hairs on our skin.
Feel the warm breeze push every single cell back and forth, making movements like waves in the ocean.
Go with the flow, don't hold back. Have a smile on your face. It suits you.

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes.
That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
Oscar Wilde

That day

Allow me to dream
To reach for blue skies
To close my eyes and return
to that day --

That day I heard my heart sing
I remember a sense of pride
surrounding me
And it gave my words a rhythm
it brought colour to the black and whiteness
of my life
I still feel the warmth inside me
it isn't as strong anymore
but it still reminds me
of that day --

That day I understood the meaning
of life often so senseless
I saw the thread going through it all
finding its way
to that day --

I couldn't believe
I felt the scent of myself
on your shirt
And for that
I loved you even more
And for that - that day
I loved myself