Halide

Hello everyone, my name is Dana. I'm happy to invite you to visit my page and spend some time with me..
I always carry a notebook with me. It's small, with frayed corners, ink stains between the pages, and the smell of coffee and cinnamon. It contains fragments of stories, random phrases, sketches of people on trams, dialogues she overheard in coffee shops, and entire worlds that were born in her head in the middle of the night..

I am one of those people who can see beauty where others overlook it. In a crack in old asphalt through which a small flower has sprouted. In the light of streetlights after the rain. In the hands of an artist stained with paint. In people who smile with their eyes, even when they are silent..

I love art, not as a hobby - I live it.. I could sit for hours in front of the canvas, mixing colors, until the evening imperceptibly turned into night.. Sometimes my paintings were bright and chaotic, like emotions that cannot be contained. . And sometimes - quiet, gentle, almost transparent, like memories. Literature holds a special place in my life.. Books are much more than just stories on pages for me.. They help me live hundreds of lives, feel emotions more deeply, look at the world more broadly, and find beauty even in the most ordinary things.. Through books, I learn to understand people, their experiences, dreams, and fears.. Sometimes it seems to me that each story I read leaves a small mark in my soul that becomes a part of me forever.. I really love creating my own stories.. I love the moment when an ordinary thought gradually turns into a whole plot, and the characters begin to live their own lives.. I like to look at the world in a slightly different way, to notice things that others might not see.. For some, rain is just the weather, but for me it is the atmosphere of a future story.. For some people, a chance encounter is a trivial matter, but for me, it is the beginning of a new story..

I write stories as if I were saving myself. There was always a lot of emotion in the texts: a little sadness, a little hope, warm dialogues, characters with wounded hearts, and moments when someone finally found their place in the world..

I seem to glow from within. I am young, bright, and alive. I love big sweaters, ink pens, old books, the smell of rain, and the sea in cool weather. I often photograph the sky - because I believe that it is never the same..

In the evenings, I like to be alone with my own world. I would turn on music, light a small lamp next to the table, and write. Sometimes about love. Sometimes about people who were afraid to be themselves. And sometimes about a girl who really wanted to find a place where she would be understood without words. And the most interesting thing was that I myself became like one of my stories. Warm. Beautiful. A little sad, but very real..
I realized that in this life there is a lot of meaning, a lot of love, life, and beauty.. Life teaches you to value yourself, love yourself, and take care of yourself.. Therefore, I think that life is art, and we in life are like paint and brushes. I paint myself, creating my own picture of life, my self-worth, and the feeling of a lively and fulfilled life. I don't strive to be perfect.. It's much more important to me to be genuine.. To love what I love. To feel what I feel. To create what is born in the heart. And if there's something that best describes me, it's probably the love of creativity, of stories, and of life itself.. After all, I sincerely believe that the world becomes much more interesting when you look at it through the eyes of a person who never stops dreaming.. ✨