The Lover’s Letters

Dear Martin, with all my confusions, then; my fears, at last, my joylessness… I am here. I decided on staying here. The best thing to do at the moment is being motionless. I’m only drinking cups of coffee and sitting here and away. Don’t make any sentences cause I’m not listening to you and your advice right now. I’m thinking about all evil and kindness in my life. I wonder where you are now. What should I do now? To believe you or not… The strange is I’m coming back from all your long stories and looking forward to seeing you in another long story. Is being with you inevitable? Days and nights are passing in a way, you are losing the key on an avenue, as soon as it begins to rain, the story starts with its all longlessness. I am here. It is an August night on an avenue in the rain… Passing all the walkers, drivers, riders, pipe dreamers, I am sitting motionless. Thinking of you, Dear Martin. Thinking of you…