in the Mystery ,
Poisons of the emotions reveal themselves to seek an ally for strongly rebel against to the Hope , as if it all not co-exist , desperately.
a fundamental question rise then , you name it.

my pain is like their treat. they feed themselves with it. as the mystery increases my pains , they consume my emotions , in poor little portions. poisons of the emotions continue to the same , never ending circle goes around my vein.

my perceptions turns into the delusions. and my delusions becomes what I percept. they want to run away from each other while trying to catch.

i can shut my eyes and believe that the Sun isn’t there.
i can close my ears and pretend to not Hear what’s been unsaid.
i can shush my mouth and assume that My Heart is not saying it all already.


thorns are always welcome for it's rose.
                                I wanna Feel different.
some feelings are Like a Phantom for the sake of their existence.

                                     I wanna feel sunny.



                                      Handenur Özata