I was in love with you…
Pursuit and pride are two crumbling reasons, why you want to be more. My fathers once told me, don’t believe an artist, he’ll keep…
As I lay by a creek,a divine calm,The warm touch of flickering reflections,A muse (vague as a slipped dream)seeping in…
‘There has to come a point when it stops being about anything, when it just is,’ George tells me, as we climb up the steep, picturesque Yeni Çarşı…