We might not do much. I for myself might not do much but please I will do whatever it takes to be there. Its good to speak it most times. Believe me I am speaking from experience on this. I am saying this because I want y'all to feel this words are from my heart. I wish I could take back time and accept a helping hand or even ask for one when it was time. I regret it deeply.💔 There are lots of things that I would have prevented from happening if I just spoke. So please if any of you out there feel like it's time to speak it please reach out to me or anyone in your life you think will give you one. My handle is @YEABT29. Its always open day and night. I can give you my phone number if you also want to talk on the phone. Just inbox me. I hope you felt the sincerity of this words as my hands are shaking to write them. There is always a way.


Chekhov's mother started most
of her letters to him by saying,
"My Strong son who could
possibly endure any hardship in silence"

Uffffffffffffffa😍😍😍😍😍🥺😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

I want to sleep with you – to fall asleep and to sleep... Simply – sleep. And nothing further. No, also: to burrow my head into your left shoulder, my arm on your right shoulder – and nothing further. No, also: to know even in the deepest sleep that it is you.

There is always gonna be a time in time where your heart breaks listening to the slowly fading church instrumental music and you can't lie and admit there will always be something broken that will never be found. That is too hard for your heart to understand. You put your hands out to your heart and wait for a hand to reach. Maybe for the little child in you you so long abandoned or your pieces but................nothing......no reply.

Do tell, how was it like before the grief?
Before the constant banters and burn outs for validation?
When was the last “I love you” uttered?
The last warm embrace?
When did it start feeling like a lonely cave?
When?