Despite the intense love that I carry in my soul, in the end, I do not fear losing anything because I understand very well that I do not let go of anything from my hand before I wasted my anxiety, my entire feelings, and an abundant crowd of attempts at preservation and survival. So whatever seeps out of me has not the strength need to return or reclaim my first passion for it.

I have loved you with all the powers contained in the ribs of a person seeking stability, with all the heartbeat that has tormented throughout his life, with all the rigidity of the ribs that starved, strayed and sore.

"You're 20 and you don't answer your phone somedays.
22,and haven't learnt to drive.
24,and you arenot working your dream job.
25,and you believe them when they say your 20s are hanging by a thread.
26,and you are embarrassed to say this number sometimes
27,you are surprised you still want to learn guitar.
Your happiness and achievements don't have an expiration date
Your youth doesn't either."

Its always gonna be a wrong thing to fill the spaces of loneliness with someone else's love other than yourself.

"ደራጭ ሀሳቦች አሉ፥ሲንጡህ ቦታ የማይመርጡ።አታመልጥ ወይ ችለህ አትታገላቸው፥ቀኑን ሲያሳድዱህ ይውሉና ሲመሽ አልጋ ልብስ መግለጫ ሀይል ይሰጡሀል።በሆድህ ትተኛለህ?"

ፍቅርን ያለ ቅድመ ሁኔታ
ያለ ገንዘብ
ያለ ገላ
እንዲሁ💔

Show me your scars I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there for you .

I gazed at the cloud through my window with my watery eyes.I wondered about our similarities despite it being an infinite canvas and me being minuscule nobody.Does it shout...break and fall as thunder...lightning and rain as a way of showing its emotions?Is it telling us that God is another imaginary being that knows nothing but betrayal?whatever God did to it I won't ever know.will it ever forgive?will I ever forgive?will we ever........?
Will I be able to forgive the ones who hurt me even the ones in my bloodlines?That,I won't ever know too.I hope that we eventually will.but the day my heart really awaits for is the day we learn to forgive ourselves.what they did to us is so cruel and unforgivable but what is really barbaric is how many times we torture ourselves reminiscing the hurt and repeatedly letting ourselves break?I owe myself a lifetime of apologies.But even then I won't ever know how.Are you a reminder...a living proof of someone's wrong doings?Do you incessantly beat yourself?Do you deserve it?Is it fair?Are you lost in the idea of forgiveness?Have you shut yourself in the process?Were you able to forget?Can you forget?Is it fair for your soul to receive the beatings of another person's villainy?What is forgiveness?Is it to forget?Have you come to know?will we ever come to know?Are you ready to let go?Are you ready to forgive yourself?Who are you to deprive your soul the healing it deserves?
-Yeab T🌊-

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🌬