We were a premonition, your fire (my earth), a warming lullaby of laughter and destroying me, to only want you. To only love you in this lonely world of nothing else. You were the intensity of extremes— a paradox I was not accustomed to. Memory is a strange thing. I feel no anger or regrets. If anything, I accept. I accept that you and I were meant to meet, to exist and walk this earth at the same time in history, to share a common purpose… can I just say— I miss you. What do I want? I want to feel alive again, even if it means to burn.
Art print by Aykut Aydogdu