March 2012
62 posts
1 hour till afterwork
Another hour until the time is up. The other side of the city is waiting. I am wondering what will I have for dinner. And with who? At home with the wonderful family who so kindly receives me or outside with a friend? Or should I just eat alone and tell everyone I had eaten at some restaurant. I find it weird that I have that third option. Why do I even have to lie? Apparently, I have not been at...
Afterwork
Moving to the sway of the waves below, I sat slowly on one of the benches inside the ferry. I did contemplate sitting outside, but then, at a night like that, I didn’t want to risk freezing my butt off. I got my Orhan Pamuk’s book out of the bag and opened at where I left off.
The paragraph I continued reading was explaining about a man named Galip searching for his self and the...
From someone
And again I falter
My knees trembled
With a little help from the wind
And only a lead to hold me straight and still.
While I smile when the stars are around in the day
In the dark blue black sky, I falter.
