A single phone call to my mom and I questioned whether I actually healed from all that holds me back or I havenot. Whether I have actually dealt and made peace with everything or just distance እያባበለኝ ነው ያለሁት....Denial becomes a way of living when things become heavy መሰለኝ....ለሰው የሚያደነዝዝ ህመም በድን እኔነቴን አልፎ መግባት ሲያቅተው ነበር የተረዳሁት....እራሴን እየሸነገልኩ በ"ምንም አልሆንሽም" ለደለልኩባቸው ቀናት ፍትህ ጠያቂ ማን ይሆን? ተቀባይስ? ከሳሽም ተከሳሽም አንድ ሰው ይሆናል እንዴ?
-Yeab T

Just a reminder in the morning that abeauty exists here too.🖤

[HE knocks]


I know I don't let people in
I won't say I am working on it because I am not
In fact, my living room got no doors to begin with

But I have windows
Tons of them actually
That is my way of being outside
While living inside
To have as many windows as I can,
making sure nothing passes me by

Windows are also meant for escape,
When you are in need of a rescue
It is funny how I sometimes slam those windows shut and lock myself up
And while doing so, my heart tenderness knowing HE be knocking at my window

HE knocks, and HE doesn't need a door to do that


@as_hannah_thinks

Ceasing life.
More of ceasing moments. Not for forever. Just for sometime. Till it passes you know. Experiencing it as it is. Is there a trick to live now just as it is? Without the effects of other parts in the timeline. The curses of yesterday or the fates of tommorow. እዚሁ ባለንበት ህመሙንም ደስታውንም ብንኖረው....በትላንትና በነገ ሳይጠመዘዝ....


እኔ ወይም ስሜቴ አንዳችን ራሳችንን ብናድን መልካም ነበር
-Yeab T

የሰው ልጅ ልክ እንደ ጀማሪ ሌባ ነው። ዳናውንና አሻራውን ትቶ የሰረቀውን ሰርቆ ያደማውን አድምቶ ይሮጣል። "በራስህ ሰበብ ፍንጭ ሰጥተህ ነው"....."ባዳ ዘመድ መስሎሽ አስገብተሽ ነው...የራስሽ ጉዳይ!" እንዳትባይ ፍትህ ሰጪ ጋር አልሮጥሽም.....ብዙ ልብስ አጥባችሁ አስጥታችሁ ሳታስገቡ እንደረሳችኋት ቀይ ቲሸርት....ባልታሰበ ሰአት ትውስ እንደምትላችሁ....የወደድናቸው ሰዎች ጠባሳ እንደዚያው ነው....ሳይናገር እንደመጣ እንግዳ መሶብ ባዶ ሆኖ የምታቀርቡለት እንዳጣችሁ....ቀበርኩ....ዳንኩ ያላችሁት ቁስል በጠረናቸው ደቃቅ ትውስታ መልሶ ሲያገረሽ...."እናቴ ድረሽ" እስክትሉ ፍትህ መላሽ የምታጡበት....ተጠያቂ የሚጠፋበት
-Yeab T

Why do we as remenants of our parent's problems and mistakes get to be the ones who have to apologize for who we were forced to become....if we didnt choose why do we have to hold our breath for the multitude of behaviours we breath into our todays that smell so much like yesterday?

We get to share a broken heart....one way or the other.🖤

"ገብቶንም ሆነ ሳይገባን በእጆቻችን በአደራነት የተሰጡን ልቦች ግን ለምን እንደዚህ ቀለሉብን?"
That was a question i asked my friend while we were walking yesterday. He said " I dont know"
ለራሱ ግራ እንደተጋባ የሚያሳብቅ ፊት እያሳየኝ....ለእኔም ጥያቄ ስለሆነብኝ ነበር የጠየቅኩት....
Most of the times or almost always we forget how fragile a human heart is. Including myself. To be able to care for a heart it doesn't have to come in a package of a lover. That heart we should have cared for is also a friend. A random stranger who shared their story with you because they were too overwhelmed. Specks of details we know about people about their strength and weakness and what they love or what helps them sleep at night better. Their mom's favourite song. What their dad struggles with.
Or even as a lover who we get to be responsible for. ታሪክ ቢኖረንም ለልባቸው ትንሽ....በተፈቀደልን መጠን ብናከብረው....i dont know maybe i should just shut up. Maybe i dont get to have a say in this partly. ለራሴ ይሁን ለሰው ልብ እንደምጠነቀቅ ሳይገባኝ ምንም ውስጥ ዘሎ ለመግባት እግሮቼ ችለው ስላልቻሉ።

መልስ ብታጡለትም እስኪ ትንሽ አስቡበት...በመልስ ማጣቱ መጨረሻ ላይ ለሌላው ልብ ተላልፎ የሚሰጠው ያው የናንተ ልብ መሆኑ ሲገባችሁ ህመማቸው ቢያማችሁ....
-Yeab T

ስቅስቅ😭😭😭