You know that feeling?

The one that hits in the midst of the day when you have emails unread, you haven’t checked most of the items in your to do list, you have to make some “important” calls, you have to keep living your current life but the feeling just stops you, with an old song and tells you “Stop here. Remember.” And you do because who are you to protest? Stand strong in front it? You are its slave. You are weak. When it comes, it kicks down the door and grins at your face, with a cigarette on his mouth, sits on the couch and stares at you. You don’t have the weapons to fight. And to be honest, even if you did, you wouldn’t use them. So you stop what you are doing and just go sit next to him on the couch. You surrender. To the feeling. To the song. To the nostalgia.

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I’m Ayça, age 33, not sure if that matters in grand scheme of things, since I’m one person among approximately 120 million to 125 million people who are the same age as me in the world right now. Been writing ever since I learned how to write (Gotta be honest, there was a moment where I was confused with the letters “g” and “p” but all good now). I write poems, random paragraphs, love notes, birthday cards and sometimes even articles if I’m feeling particularly “smart”. I mostly write when I’m sad and need to let it all out, so let’s hope I am not active here very often!