There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

We are all going through one hell of a time dealing with the University, work and personal issues. I have realized that it’s not only me suffering that much from all this stress. Today, I listened to myself and dashed off my thoughts. ‘I sat down at a typewriter and bled’, in Ernest Hemingway’s words. Hope you like it! Oh, and please, go easy on yourself! 

Istanbul '13

I am tired. I feel my soul shut every time when I close my heavy eyes. I feel like drawing in a deep sea. There was light first. I knew I could swim out but it gets darker and darker now. My heavy breathing makes it harder to feel anything but pain. The responsibilities on my shoulder make me sink to the bottom of that sea, a sea with a vivacious surface and a dead bottom. I have to open my eyes, pant for breath, try to feel and start to swim. Now, is the time to show my strength. I have to leave all this behind and swim for great achievement of the future. I have to believe in myself, have to see the light. I have to make myself believe in that and promise not to relapse with every bit of pressure. I just have to be true to the best that is in me. 

Lots of Love, 

Güliz