• Özlem Özkan

He looked at me.

He almost started to talk.

He did not.

Holding back was safe, he thought.

At least he knew what not talking made him feel like.

He never knew that when he would talk he did not need to feel safe anymore.


  • Özlem Özkan

What’s happening when we love?

When we lend a piece of our sacred heart to someone unknown?

Are we scared that that little piece gets hurt?

Or are we scared that we will hurt the piece we borrowed from someone else’s sacred heart?


  • Özlem Özkan

I love staring at people.

Not sure what they think.

Little do they know.

Parts of them are the mirror of my soul.