We all have bad and good side to ourselves. Whichever is loved will the light shine on. Are you willing to love me enough to let me be what I long to be?
-yeab

She hated reading. She only liked this italian poet "cesare pavesse". He said,"we donot remember days we remember moments". She always said that as it was supposed to fix something. Did it? Yea,it did.

Tell me how to be in this world
Tell me how to breath and feel no hurt

Wish I was there for you at the time your parents fought. Wish I put my hands on your chest and witnessed your heart break-even if I would kill for you to not feel it. Wish I was there when you got fake married to your fake wife in 2nd grade. Wish I could be there to laugh at you as your palms sweat as you passed your 8th grade crush. Wish I played with you when you got nobody to play with on the playground. Wish I put bandaid over your scars and became bandaid for your inner ones. Wish I just listened to your laughter as you almost peed. Wish I knew your happiest days and your worst.Wish I knew you from the beginning of time to help you and LOVE you through your struggles. Through your agony. Wish I stayed and never left like most of the people in your life. Wish we loved eachother in our heartbreaks. Wish we was there for eachother to mend our scars when the world dragged us through blinding agony. Wish you had known me a little earlier...a little deeper. Wish I wrote for you. Wish I had you earlier in my wilting and fading life. Even if you will be forced to let go of me because I am not the keeping type. Even if in the slightest bit of chance you will stay,you will be stuck with silencing my voices and calming my constantly hurting soul and loving its pieces. Wish I loved you sooner in my life to have a reason to live for each time I wake up. Wish I used you earlier in my life to keep my heart beating-even though it is selfish of me on all grounds to do so.
-Yeab T🌬

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I looked for big things in everything. Signs. Faces. Feelings. Even the ones hidden. Even the ones you think you are hiding. REASSURANCE. In every single thing. Tons of them. The story behind people's eyes. Their trauma and their happiness. I look to notice why they are shaking their leg. What is worrying them? Faces in the bus lost into the abyss when you look at their eyes. Maybe they miss home. Maybe they miss their mother. The bags beneath old woman sitting by the gate in the church. Are they the tears she held in? Are they the tears of her son when he got his heart broken? Are they the tears he didn't weep? What about the stars? Not the same poetry line about how they shine rather why one seems brighter the other dimmer?is it hiding its beauty from us or is it just sad? The house help. Her back. Is it hurting? Is it angry at her for it? See,you may think those things are imminent,not worthy of a thought,not that big. But believe me take a minute and wonder. You'll see. But somedays. Somedays. It's the little things that enchant me. How my daddy's shoes lie beneath his bed after a tiring work day. My mother's smile after she cried. How she makes her pearls look good. The people making their way to church at 12 o'clock just when the sun start shining. A bunch of old men talking about politics like they run the country. That erupting laughter in the middle of their talks. Even the shouts of those middle aged men watching football. When a child holds your finger with his whole fist. A newborn sleeping soundly. How my parents never stop thinking and worrying for the lives they created fearing they might not wake up tomorrow. God. Isn't God beautiful? These thoughts. Aren't they? This is what makes me remember that life is beautiful. Love is beautiful. Pain is beautiful. This little details. Are you willing to look?
-Yeab T🌬

"silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence.
It was my own silence"
—Sylvia Plath

Always missing people that I shouldn’t be missing. But I learned from my dad that its good to have feelings.
-gnash

I talk a lot but I am also a very good listener. When Diego was making Frida suffer she said "you must train your heart like a dog. Teach it to stay gone." I LISTENED. I sat down with my heart. Taught it a thing or two. Taught it how to stay behind reason. How to spot cause and effect. How to not say yes on impulse. How to stop begging and trying to please people that use it. My heart now knows itself well. It STAYS GONE. It won't COME BACK FOR YOU. It wont come back for NOBODY.
-Yakari Gabriel

If we could come back to this good old bad old days would we love eachother better?

Noone gets a say in your life other than you because you are the only one you owe this day to. The one who keeps the pulse going. Refrained from slitting. It's your love for yourself.....Nomatter how little.

‍Bandage attached to my heart, can you never leave?

There must be an end to this,right?shouldn't there be?

Don't make me choose😞