Ecem Girgin

“When was the last time someone ran their fingers through the knots of your soul?”
― Maza Dohta

“Etrafın seni sıktığı zaman kitap oku...Ben şimdiye kadar herşeyden çok kitaplarımı severdim.Bundan sonra her şeyden çok seveceğim ve kitapları beraber seveceğiz.İnsan muhitin bayağı ,manasız,soğuk tesirleriden kurtulmak istediği zaman yalnız okumak fayda verir.Bana en felaketli günlerimde kitaplarım arkadaş olmuştu.Fakat bu yetmiyor .Şiirlerimde de gördün ki kitaplara rağmen çok ıstırap çektim.Çünkü candan bir insanım yoktu.Sen benim yarım kalan tarafımı ikmal edeceksin”
― Sabahattin Ali, Canım Aliye, Ruhum Filiz

“6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
Blurred out lines
from hangovers
to coffee
Another vagabond
lost to love.

4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin
to rid me from
you
and I still don’t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn’t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind
or made a wrong
because why did you
leave?

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafés with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there’s no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.

There is no right way to do this.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

“There are some feelings you will never find words for; you will learn to name them after the ones who gave them to you.”
― Maza Dohta