Grateful, Grateful, Grateful.🫧

I don't think we ever truly heal, or perhaps I'm unsure of what healing is, Is healing about forgetting? Please don't say forgiving, because I always forgave the moment it happened. I never seem to hold grudges, no matter how badly you've hurt me, I still care about you, and I'll continue to do so. Cutting people off is the hardest thing for me. The problem is when my heart feels heavy,I find myself thinking about everything you've done. When people get mad at me, I question if you cared enough, if you loved me even just a little. I wouldn't seek validation from others if I felt it from you. On nights when I feel the worst, I blame you. If you can't love me, who else could? It's a struggle, I search for love in others because, deep down, I yearn for it. I might appear nonchalant, but I want to feel loved. I used to believe you changed after what happened to you, but the issue is, I don't remember how you were before. Sometimes, I pray to God to show me the person you were, not to change you, but to remind me of the person you were, the person you were when you first held me or when you rushed to pick me up after I fell. I wish I could see the person who did the bare minimum because I can't keep covering for you. I'm starting to think you were always like this, that you just became my enemy the moment you held me in your arms. But even though you're my enemy, I still find myself searching for you in every corner of my life.

I hate how I long for everything about you, even the parts that aren't really you.

The days I have to wake up early, I have to be in my feelings. Even sleep is running away when I want it the most.mstm

"Merely a facade masking the emptiness within the walls."

Calling my brother just to say hi, I accidentally mentioned I missed him. Now, to balance things out, I need to end the call with a playful insult.

My taste buds are dead, three days now ,Just drank coffee and couldn't even taste the sugar. Regretting it now.

At Megenegna waiting for a taxi, I admired the stunning moon, wishing someone had captured its beauty.because I wasn't about to use my phone at Megenegna
it brought me happiness seeing it here.

Have you ever wondered why people wear black to show they're grieving? How can we be sure they're not wearing bright colors underneath? Does it mean they're only grieving on the outside, while their insides remain colorful?

It was funny when I thought of it.

Sorry

but it's not about the sky *⁠･✧ﾟ

In the scenery of life, there exist roads that wind through the valleys of uncertainty, leading ships to destinations unknown.
where each step is a hesitant dance with despoitment.

“is freedom an illusion of being in a body that's just not present?”

Don't remember where I read it.

Today was a long day.

My way of coping with embarrassment is telling you how embarrassing I am and laughing about it with you.

“we can always open our hearts for anyone, it was never closed just broken.”