risa story

maybe life could not be taken easily maybe places could stop calling names one day maybe sky could not guarantee sun shines maybe what i want could not come instantly no matter how loud i scream my wish maybe i need times, long enough that consume my patience, to understand my fears.. maybe you and me passed hundreds of  veils of doubts before agree to walk together.. but for sure.. love needs "maybe" and uncertainties.. so we could create our wings..

i am stubborn enough.. to believe in things not yet fully understood.. in events, places, moments not yet revealed stories not yet told.. sides of me not yet met by me because the first time i met us.. all things that i believed have started talking to me, try to make me understand it is subtle but with us.. maybe i am honest enough..to believe in love..

You will accumulate more knowledge and more books as you grow older, and the growing number of unread books on the shelves will look at you menancingly. Indeed, the more you know, the larger the rows of unread books. Let us call this collection of unread books an antilibrary.” ― Nassim Nicholas Taleb , The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable

fears could confuse me and us.. but honestly each moments..drags me closer to us.. i do ask many times how could our wishes talk louder than fears.. maybe we need to simply enjoy our cups of coffee.. listening to our unknown

while we're walking along this pedestrian road.. old buildings, windows...and night they accompany us.. we dance gracefully with our pasts.. reconstruct them into ours.. we are laughing..

“We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.” ― Rumi

we may not have enough time..or perfect pasts.. could not turn them into ours.. but i could not complain...as love says not for... drinking our coffee and seeing raining from inside.. how could i say no to us..

they choose me.. to come and when.. but places, they have their secret to be solved.. as i kept asking why they insisted me not to come..my eagerness and efforts are nothing i could not go alone..and they waited.. till we found each others.. because they need us to listen to their stories...