I just wrote my Hıdırellez wishes. I looked down, my fingers were stained with ink. Okay, I said, I think I've sealed them all this way - now it's Hızır and Ilyas's turn. Defying hundreds of different instructions saying “definitely say these things” when throwing them into the sea tomorrow, I have only one request from them: “Take good care of my wishes, and if my words fall short, would you complete them more beautifully?”

It's been a long time since I last wrote here. I knew April would be busy, but I didn't expect it to fly by so quickly. I have things to tell you, if you're still here. Though, once the urge to tell something falls upon you, what does it matter if no one is around, right? A bit yes, a bit no - because the desire to be heard is also very human.

Look what I just realized out of nowhere. I would be very sad if some of you thought Chatgpt wrote this content just because I used a dash twice. If there's still room on my list, I'd like to add another wish and reclaim my semicolons and dashes from Chatgpt. They've been mine for years.

So that's how it is. Are you still here? I've missed writing so much.