his voice,  


the sound of a feather falling down from an angel’s wing.

The grief had a sweeter
taste coming from her lips.
My dear, did you not know that a prayer
sounds better from the mouth of a sinner?

“What is so special about him?”
My heart bumped, and my lips started to shake “What is special compared with his blue canvas eyes? another word people use to define another human being, but darling, you can’t define the chaos itself, you just observe its beauty, you just let it surround you, through your bones, until you can’t move without it, until he became harmony.”

I have watched you, darling,
From the beginning of this world until now,
I have watched you in every tragic thing.
I have found you in the paintings of great artists who suffered due to women like you,
in every harsh word a poet ever wrote, in every rime and sound.
My dear, I have found you long ago, in the redness of a sunrise, which pictured your lips flawlessly,
and in the purple of a sunset, which reminded me of your veins, of your pulse.
I have found you in the tears of a hurt woman, and every smile that came along after,
your versatility is inspiring me,
I have found you in playfulness, purity juggling through your cheeks, letting others wonder how you manage to glisten after you have traveled the whole world without even knowing it.
You have traveled my darling, through every artist’s mind, every lyric and every poetry, through wars and peace, you are a muse.
The angels are frightened and God itself is praying.

Her being was created from the wildest of the flowers.
Don’t try to put them in a vase and wait for her to die.

Wildness surrounded my soul long before your touch did, so, darling, I hope you wouldn’t mind if my body  shares its fireworks with yours, notice that my heart is plumping stardust in my veins,
I hope you wouldn’t mind the way my words will try to cover you body in tenderness while you are cornered by pain.
I hope you will get lost with me, through my mind and not only, through my bones and my flesh, hope you will find an escape, a rescue in me.
Darling, I hope you will give wings to my soul and, in return, I will fill yours with the kind of chaos you need to laugh for an eternity.
I hope you will live long after my touch will fade away, into the wildness.

Isn’t she beautiful ?
Isn’t she beautiful in the light of a sunrise, how the sun surrounds her figure, letting God know that he finally found his lost muse.
Isn’t she beautiful in the light of a sunset, watching the moon envy her, wondering how her light dies compared to  a muse’s aura.
Isn’t she beautiful ?
For making others think that her soul is flying in heaven, while her mind was captive in hell.
How her only happy moments were created while dancing in the rain, at 6 a.m in the morning, letting the clouds guessing how she’s not tamed yet.
For kissing her friends, laughing with them, isn’t her childish smile making you chuckle or the way her eyes are closing as she lets the happiness inside.
For isolating her soul whenever a new wound appears, making sure that no one is getting closer, being afraid, shaking, until she puts herself a bandage, recovering in time.
Isn’t she beautiful when hope is flowing through her veins? How her mouth starts to speak about dreams and future aspirations, I hope you observed how her fingers are shaking because of the anxiety that she lets in once with the thoughts about a honorable life.
Isn’t she beautiful for being scared of the unknown but still inviting him to the dinner, how she is playing with her fate, letting God decide whether she is flying or drowning.
Isn’t she beautiful when you’re standing in front of the ocean and the waves keep reminding you about her chaotic life?
Isn’t she beautiful for teaching you that the word “beautiful” comes from the inside and not from outside, how she is still thinking that the world will finally know the meaning of this word once with a flower and an I love you, Isn’t she beautiful for dreaming about a better world?
Isn’t she beautiful for being herself while the society tried so many times to put her down, when “you are not enough” , “ you are too much” , “you are too little” , “you need to grow up” made her laugh and cherish her diversity.
How she is trying to write hard and clear about what hurts, for others to heal.
And now..I hope you are still wondering, isn’t she beautiful?