i want peach yogurt. i want forgiveness and cubed fruit on the table and for someone to hold my hands. i want to look at the stars without a telescope and make up my own constellations, 8pm but still warm outside, lying in the grass with love running towards me until my body forgets it is a body. no more past-tense verbs, no more perpetually closed windows, no more stamping my feet against the tile. i am going to make scrambled eggs in the morning and i won’t mind that they don’t taste good. i am going to believe that there is no one alive who is luckier than me. at dinnertime, i sit on the porch making promises to myself while the sounds of cooking drift through the screen door: the whistle of the kettle, the click-click of the stove as the gas hisses to life. a glass of mango juice sweats in my palm and i tell it that i am grateful, for spilled strawberry milkshakes and the warbler in the back garden that never stops singing and my heart behind my front teeth. i tell it that i am done aiming low, that a year from now i will be the guttural, back-of-the-throat scream you make when the rollercoaster finally drops. i pluck an eyelash off my cheek and wish for spring to take up residence in my lungs. i wish for small kindnesses, more peach yogurt, more sunday mornings, more sitting on the kitchen counter with my feet dangling off the edge. i wish for the world to be so kind to me that i come undone.

— peach yogurt, Frank O’Hara

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“Impossible, I realize, to enter another’s solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known.”

–Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude

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It has been a long time since I have sat down without torturing myself in my head. I don't think I ever have. Even if I sat alone I never rested calmly and breath the air and let it take away every negative in my heart out of me as it made its way out. One word only slips through my mouth in the middle of this exhaustion "ደክሞኛል". Doing all of this to be better and feel better,give myself better ways of love gestures....even after all of it there is something with in me that is just tired of it all. Are the chemicals an explanation of this? Is it just me? Is it "survival mode" since 12? Is it only projecting love and it not returning as how my soul needs it?maybe uts the waiting you know. Maybe its risking everything in my heart to trust love again and it not being what is of expected. Maybe its me reacting to all that goes on in my life from my broken 12 or 13 year old love neglected-traumatized self.Maybe its the constant fight to be better. To do better. Than yesterday so as not to lose a pint of breath for tomorrow. Or maybe I am just over thinking all of this and I am just tired of taking a 3 week long exam. I don't know. Its been a long time since I expressed something on here that I should have spoken. So there you go. This is to let you know we are all in this if you have been feeling like it. We are living. We are breathing. This is life. Noone is gonna put guns in your head for expressing that exhaustion. This isnot an easy life. But that doesn't mean it should take our lives from us. Take everyday as it comes. Its ok to not be where you think you should be or feel what you think you should feel. Today is Feb 10th. I am sure last year wasn't like this. Tomorrow is different too.
-From my heart to yours

No one would have chosen to lose their loved ones to write their own literature! We are not parasitic creatures who sap our literature from the blood of our loved ones, but when life robs us of what is dearest to us, we imitate our literature.

‍Everyone who found a home in my arms, I surprised them with my loss.

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‍No one pays attention to a tree that is tired of standing, as no one pays attention to the fatigue of a superman.

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