by Âlâ Tevfik
“One can only kiss your lips in silence” I thought to myself while typing roughly.
In days like this, I stand, barefoot, in my balcony, not desiring you laying next to me on the grass.
I listen to Thelenious Monk, I picture my books falling, but they never reach the ground, and for moments, I only wish to speak of my imaginations.
— Lala Tevfik