Özlem ÖzkanHe 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.
-ÖÖ
I am <3. I am joyful. I am playful. I am abundant. I am a giver and receiver of love. -ÖÖ
I thought I was happy flickering like a lamp until I realized my spark of fire. -ÖÖ
I belong to the one without a name. I belong to that, that can't be seen. I belong to this, that can't be touched. No eyes, no ears, no taste, no touch, yet I know it is the most beautiful thing with