Greeting the Sun

A quiet room where I fall apart and stay human. Where the sun learns to act like the moon. Cuz...We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets.

Hi, it’s Güneş — the sun that acts like the moon.
Born on 17 August 1998, still carrying the same wild ADHD mind that was gifted.
Half Mongolian, with the blood of Genghis Khan,
half sea salt from Bodrum’s cold waters and warm suns.

This isn’t a blog. It’s a quiet room I built for myself.
By day I look composed, capable, impossible to shake.
But everyone needs somewhere to fall apart.

Diary of Calypso is that place for me.
Here I leave pieces that don’t fit anywhere else
small confessions, unguarded thoughts, the parts of me beneath the surface smile.

There are no lessons here, no polished sentences
just the pulse of a woman trying to stay human.
If you read, read softly. These pages bruise easily.