Habesha men don't have old pictures on Pinterest or at least one that really catched my eye.

Moana.

Hmmm.

I, for one, harbor a deep-seated yearning for a dialogue that transcends the superficial, a symphony of souls where words flow freely, unconstrained by the rigid confines of societal expectations.
I crave a connection that is as authentic as it is profound, a space where vulnerability is embraced rather than feared. I seek a dialogue that is not merely a transactional exchange of information, but a shared journey of discovery and understanding. I envision a world where communication is not a performance, but a genuine expression of the self.
The silence that often pervades our interactions, born of fear or misunderstanding, weighs heavily upon my spirit. I abhor the forced conversations, the superficial pleasantries that mask the underlying tension. I yearn for a space where words are spoken with intention, where honesty and authenticity reign supreme.
A true dialogue, I believe, is a delicate dance between giver and receiver, a harmonious interplay of words and emotions. It requires a willingness to be open, to share without reservation, and to listen with empathy. It demands a respect for the other's perspective, even when it differs from our own.I seek a communication that is not merely a means to an end, but a valuable end in itself. I yearn for a world where words are used to connect, to inspire, and to uplift. A world where the symphony of souls can be heard loud and clear.

Adding ቃሪያ to everything I eat.

I can't have a normal conversation with people. I need you to ask me about stuff otherwise, I am slow.

The way I love explaining things.

Why is the day longer today?

Some days, you don’t feel anything at all not joy, not sadness, just a void. It’s as if your body has ceased to produce even the faintest trace of emotion. You exist in a kind of suspension, where everything is stripped of its meaning. Conversations become tedious, thoughts feel sluggish, and even the act of getting out of bed feels difficult. Sleep no longer offers relief, food no longer brings comfort, and all the things that once sparked happiness or relief now lie flat and lifeless. You aren’t depressed, at least not in the way that word is often defined. You’re simply… numb. Lost in an open silence, you grasp at the memory of feeling, but it slips away like sand between your fingers. You are stopped, neither suffering nor at peace
just drifting,
aimless.

You're not your thoughts, you're who hears them🤎

The weather is having mood swings?

Horton atarfm!

Hmmmmmmmm.🫢