AŞKIN İMLASI

Then one day I turned around and said...

Oh my dear Reader. Stop right there! That story, was not this story.

What happened, what transpired?

Will it go away, will it not come back?

I write and erase, I can't gather.

I say a fresh start.

I also love closing the parts I don't like and starting fresh.

I try.

I try to end sentences not with three dots, but with exclamation marks, with periods.

I try so that the next sentence can start with a capital letter in a new paragraph.

I swirl within the letters, punctuation marks; I waltz with grammar.

Sometimes I miss the freedom of unfinished sentences...

When my head is too full and I can't keep up with the speed of my brain. I find myself in those sentences that seem to be left unfinished, written in a rush one after the other. I try to understand the words I've hidden from myself, as if they were secrets. And they always tell me something.

Oh my dear Reader, I know you understand.

I've been silently talking to you for a while now.

Everything we've talked about before, it's taken me to complete it gently. It breaks my note, leaves it be, uses judgment, passes it by. It's a journey that never, ever ends. It waits for its time, it happens in a moment that doesn't exist in a year. And then it says later, now is now. But that journey never ends.

It's a road that never ends...

It doesn't get shorter as you go. You don't reach it as you come.

It settles down. It takes a breather with commas, it doesn't end. When you stop, the road you thought was over, when you rest and start walking again, it begins anew. Despite your body being dirty, your mind is clean, and you start anew. A period is not placed. It never ends...

With love,

Selin BİNAY