ZEYNEP SAMI

    Fruits have their seasons for us to yearn for them. Distance and space is what is fit for anything to grow, anything to reach its potential and more to come. 

    Love only grows strong with time, spreads its roots. Take over your heart, an echo of your veins. Flammable desires that only grows stronger with every breath you take. Flames feel alive with more oxygen, so we go to an open space. To breathe in all the air with the dust that will settle this time not in our lungs, but our brain. 

    A giant crane, used to fish the fish that feel no concern. In times of need, perhaps grapes from their vines.