i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

whatever you do
be gentle with yourself.
you don’t just live
in this world
or your home
or your skin.
you also live
in someone’s eyes.

― Sanober Khan

My soul fell in love with yours. I never felt something so... deep and pure. It allowed me to breathe and feel so true. Doesn't matter that it was short. It was. And I'll feel it forever. You are morning fog, pink evening sky and cold spring rain. A summer storm in my heart, a thunderbolt that hurts. Every breath and exhale. Forever. I miss you. But I know we're staring at the same moon tonight. Pain. Happiness. My edge. You. I'll forever look for you in other people and I'm sorry about it.

There are days when I shut out and want to completely disassociate into millions of pieces. But also, there are days when I am overwhelmed with the beauty of the world and want to set out on a walk and never stop. Witness the beautiful smiles,the kindness,the faces I so much adore,all of the beauty around me,a beauty I can't explain in words. It was always a struggle to me,to speak the words out before they disappear from the tips of my mouth. But again today I will try and I will say children. I will say rainbow. I would tell how a relieving experience it is to watch a hard working person brush off the sweat from his face. I would say the wrinkles on the faces of the old woman passing blessings to me. I would say my mother brushing off the tears from my eyes and stroking my hair to sleep.I would say the cooperation,the love, the strive of trying to be better than yesterday. The girl from the side of the street brushing off her beautiful luscious hair. The beggar looking at me in a sad way and me looking back with pity and an empty pocket. My heart that breaks watching the homeless tremble and shake with coldness piercing his skin. My skin that survived the torture of a blade. My knuckles that scream out of pain witnessing as my teeth carve its prints on them. And somedays which have become rare days...the beauty of my body I despised and hated and loathed all my life. And also...and also my heart...my lonely heart,that has survived what no human can handle. My heart that breaks and mends day to day nonstop. My heart that loves despite the pain it has lived through and constantly wait for the day someone looks at it and loves its whole nakedness. I will say that and that will be the most beautiful thing ever scriptured.
-Yeab T🌬

Welcome back 💚

And this is beautiful.

Hope you all are good.🤍

Thanks.Lots of love.

Forgive yourself for all the times you wandered purposelessly onto the streets looking for love because you didn't find enough in your heart. Forgive yourself for not knowing where to put all the love you have. Forgive yourself for settling for less,for making peace with people who do the bear minimum. Forgive yourself for all the time you couldn't love yourself and for looking for love everywhere but inside of you. For letting them break you and expect more from them. For making you break your walls. For dealing with the disappointment. Forgive yourself for stitching your past wound and lack of love with the tiniest bit of love you could milk out from people. For sowing your wound with a needle and gutting it with a dagger. For denying the accusations your soul whispers out for you as it tries to save you from you future misery. At last forgive everyone who didn't love you enough cause now you know that forgiving them is the most important part of forgiving yourself to begin with.
-Yeab T🌬

I most of the times don't know what to do with myself or the sadness in my heart.

Leaves wilt and the tree doesn't notice.
It finally notices and decides to let them go,for they aren't any good.
It doesn't care if at one point in its life,that they made him beautiful of all
But they fall and crumble.
One day you will notice I am wilting.
One day you will see I have always been.
You will look at me in disgust.
It won't matter what we had
Who I have been to you
Who you have been to me
You will see I was all along faded and wilting
And at that moment nothing will matter
Not even the fact that I lived and died for you
-Yeab T🌊🌬

The way he looks at her is poetry by itself🖤

What I would do for a pure second of pure euphoria.

I need someone to look at me that way

The amount of pain I caused and still cause myself waiting for that💔

I would kill for it

Better yet I would LIVE for it