Desk

To my daughter,

In the midst of the war,
Amid the heart-aching pain,
Through the windy nights,
On my darkest days,
You are my hope.

I want to write something every day. I don’t know what to write, but I love to write.

I don’t want to write for publishing; I want to write for the sake of writing.

I think I can write about myself, the thoughts in my head, or the things around me.

So, I am writing here to feel alive.

To those who are in dark: Hold on, light is coming—and it’s within you.

I want to live in this moment because it’s all I truly own. Once it’s gone, it’s gone forever.

I want to stay in the dream from the night we met. It’s the wildest fantasy I’ve ever had. Can we meet there again? Just to kiss you one last time, and hold you once more after a million embraces.

Walking brings clarity to your thoughts.

Create your own answers.

By writing down your problems, you’ll be able to see the solutions clearly.

There’s a scar etched on my heart,
Forged by love from ages past.
Yet it makes me brave in the battle,
Brings hope amidst despair,
And guides me forward.

And I want you to know this:
Love is the wound where light flows in.

Can we stay in the magic forever? The magic lives in the night we loved each other so much and danced beneath the Mediterranean skies. Yes, the kiss, the stars, and you, everything seemed magical to me.

Thank you for being my magic.