Wildflowers
"Words, there are days they are as distant as stars we cannot reach up to, and there are days they become so close to us like wildflowers we trample on carelessly. And often, we don’t measure this distance or closeness. And words revolve and stand still in our hearts, consciences, minds, and in our veins...
Today, I think of not writing at all. I think of going to a mountain top, picking wildflowers, making them into a bouquet; saying, this flower is called 'Virtue,' this one is 'Honor,' and this one is 'Belief'...”
-Uğur Mumcu
