I thought. Therefore, I exist.

Sait Çıkrıkçı 26.12.2025 117

There are some guests who come to mind but never leave. But this is not a poem written to a guest, but to someone you would think of as one of the family. It's best not to think too much about it.

You were on my mind last night, you never left
I tossed and turned all night, sleepless in my bed
I thought about the path from your voice to my heart
I wondered if you were thinking of me too

But I thought I couldn't keep you living in palaces
I thought I'd burn palaces for your name
But then I thought it would be too cold in Silivri
I thought I'd burn the world for you

I always thought about loving you, not just meeting you
I immediately wondered why these feelings arose in me
I thought about peace, excitement, adventure, conversations
Don't ask, it's hope! Maybe I thought about you too

The color of your voice in my ears, the sincerity of your heart
I drew pictures, applied white primer to my black canvas
I placed colorful butterflies in your hair
I thought Rihanna was nothing compared to you

It's almost morning, the sun will rise soon
Maybe it's a lapse of reason, I don't understand music or jazz
Love is finding oneself in another person
The real question is, why did I think about all this?

Sait Çıkrıkçı - 26.12.2025