Am flying.

I made the unsorted talk on a VC. I'm pretty proud, and you can tell I've been holding that in the whole time.

I have to eat now.

Now you all know whyyy.

I'm growing, I'm actually growing.

Me after hugging some people.*

You no longer receive
my handwritten letters,
with their scrappy handwriting,
a tiny heart, and a ghost
drawn in the corner.
No more do you
read my playful words,
full of love and passion.

I have grown,
and my words have
grown with me.
I have outgrown life,
all that once
each that brought joy
especially you,
who now lingers only
in the margins of my past.

Writing is essentially becoming free. It all begins with a word.

Lying in bed in the morning I saw thoughts coming in, jealous thoughts, anxious thoughts, sad thoughts, self-pitying thoughts, which followed one another, and seemed to pass through my mind and then went out again, and they were nothing to do with me at all.

አልሚ ነይ ወዲ

The sky, vast and endless,
never fails to amaze me,
a canvas of dreams
where my thoughts can soar.
I hold it close, a silent witness
to my solitude.
But how I wish to capture
not just the sky,
but the presence of people too,
to frame them within my view.

Don’t touch my sorrow it's the refuge where my deepest thoughts dwell.
Don’t take my laziness as a flaw it's the armor I wear protecting me from the things that silently gulp me.
I know it’s eating me alive but don’t rush to save me don’t pull me out of the abyss.
Let me linger in my misery it’s the dark humor that keeps me breathing, the weight that grounds me.
Don’t strip away the heaviness that I cling to, or tell me I’m drowning just let me sink.
Let the darkness consume me in that void I find a strange ease a place where I can finally be still.
I'm fine truly. I’m not as lost as you think I’m not as shattered as I seem.
This is where I need to be for now. And if I rise again will be on my terms in my own time.

I WON.

You are only allowed to makolamet me if your sentence ends with thatttt.

Gather around people.