öylesine* / grasps at straws*

A collection of poems on the insufferable hardships of life, crawling through the streets of Sariyer, Istanbul.
To my favorite Turkish singer, Yasar Guvenir. As life goes in its path and tears starts to fall less and less, I'm still in that blanket. Trust is very far, yet warmness is still there, in his eyes.
On the absurdity of the soup, warmness, mountains to cross, grammar in Turkish, and more. not much though, never much. While attempts of savoring the moments with people tries to stay as a momentum, art and I surpass expectations, reducing hopes, grasps at straws.