Sometimes, healing consists of sitting in coffee shops and writing the years from your mind. Sometimes healing is laughing until you cry, it is kissing your friends faces and being moved and inspired by your life. And sometimes, healing is rest, it is hiding from the world, it is having everything inside of you be still and quiet and eerily bare. Sometimes healing feels like nothing at all, like you are a silhouette of hope and hurt at the same time. Do not fight it. Whatever your healing looks like today, whatever it consists of-just allow it to be what it is. Just take care of yourself. -bianca sparacino

Watch "Yanni The End Of August" on YouTube
https://youtu.be/PXpb_SCb9qw

"And then after all that had happened she in whispers said to herself"one more time"...if only she had known that there was no more chance...no more trials...no more hoping...expecting....looking out for tomorrow to bring up the best...seeking for a lasting beatitude...or maybe a sign of it...nomore...and that felt numb on her part...and it was exactly like what that poet said she knew exactly that somehow numb was worse...at least she would have cried it out or shouted it or maybe even put up a fake smile... but nothing... she couldn't even move her lips...moving became rocket science...her heart and mind failed her...even in this they couldn't ally with her...the heart keeps beating and mind keeps thinking...if only they stopped...if only they had been the ones who will save her from the prison where she was trapped from finding ways to save her soul the pain she had caused it by expecting..."many would ask me why I wasted my life loving such a broken thing...why I hadn't chosen a simple girl from the sideways of the market rather than spending all life trying to fix a shattered soul...well here is why...I fell for her because her messiness was too enchanting...she made me think...she made me explore through her valleys...depths...oceans...galaxies...stars...she lured me in her authenticity....it was too late for me to escape...I was already drowning but happily..being suffocated calmly.. ...
-Yeab T🥀

"I am nothing special of this I am sure I am a common man with common thoughts and I have led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten but I have LOVED another with all my heart and soul and to me this has always been ENOUGH."

On days I look into myself after I fight myself to not look into...and I feel faded like the world has washed me off and drained me for everything I have.

You will meet someone, one day, who will want to know you. Not just the exterior parts of you, or the parts of you that everyone is already familiar with, but they will want to dive into the person you really are. They will want to discover who you are behind closed doors. They will want to understand the way you look at the world. They will want to listen to you talk about all the moment broke in your life that gave you strength or you. Such people, they will find their way to you. You will meet them, unexpectedly, but when you do, it'll feel like you've found a little piece of you that's been missing for so long.

I was burning, my friend, while you blamed me for the smell of my ashes.

“I watch him sitting beside me, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to your love.”

Love can do that!!!!!

I dont think anything changed....I dont think anything ever changed from the way it usually was...it was just that for a time like some other times I felt so shallow...so deep with just a hole....so vague...and just...something just haunted me ....something frightened me cause I was so scared of being unloved... left alone...some amazingly awful creature...so pretentious...and I just couldn't do it anymore...I couldn't go on...It took so much of me to wake up and join with people cause I became too aware of the fact that I was fake.i couldn't know what being real looks like in such a fake world????maybe I am real being constantly told by a fake world that I am no different...or maybe everyone is real and I am just fake ...i just saw this people that surrounded me being cared for and being real and being loved for it when my total existence became so dull and fake..and I couldn't find anything that I could like about me...everyone didn't ask for the love they were given..or for the care they get...and they continuously got this overflowing love when I question everything that I was given as a due I had to pay...like a debt being pilled....and I just lost ...I lost cause I didnt have any word to say or any thing to offer or any good memory to remember...or any affirmation of pure love from anyone and suddenly I doubted everything and all that there is...and finally i doubted God about me...why I am such a mess...and If i am ever going to measure up....
-Yeab T🥀-

- who are you ?
We are the moody, doomed to misunderstanding, always accused of arrogance, because we are silent, we who do not resort to anyone when we feel sad and self-medicate. We are the morning lovers of the evening
We choose half of the light and dimming. We who thought that when we drown; We will die .. we drowned in art ... and because of this drowning: we survived. We get more mature with pain, not with the passage of time. We do not arrange the places of people in our hearts, their actions take over.
Glory be to us, we are the ones whose resurrection is based within us, and only calmness and balance is shown on our features.