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😭😭😭

where to get one of these???

Shut up i know exactly where to get one of these

Spending time at my relatives home away from ግቢ and all its ጋጋታ and ጭንቀት 15 minutes into sitting with them so much of myself is filled up. After dealing with a running mind which eventually caused me physical pain ecer since i woke up i can say spending time with 3 old people and a tiny human is ጥሩ መካሻ from God. So much of life is written in the yet untold stories of children and old people wrinkles. So much of what my heart calls home lies in their laughter and in their eyes. Despise also fills me for the bunch of አስመሳይ ግራ የገባቸው ጬኸታም teenagers that surround me. If i do leave one day and I am no longer capitalism's slave you will know where to find me....all the places you wouldnt think to look.
-Yeab T

As if anyone would look for you yeab🤦🏽‍♀

On todays episode of ስቅስቅ session😭😭😭😭😭

A person who i got close to because of a friend saw the scars on my wrists and proceeded to touching them without my consent while we were watching a video on my phone. I asked her to not touch me and removed her hand from mine saying "stop! Stop invading my privacy". She legit said to me "its on your wrist how could it be a privacy"
Reminding me why I always have the urge to isolate from this senseless እንደመጣለት የሚያወራ society. I am filled with disgust and anger while i write this. እባካችሁ if you have nothing worthy or good to say....dont say anything at all. ለቃላችሁ ተጠንቀቁ please

I was just reminded of a friendship I had almost a month or more ago. That friendship came so natural and so lively to a point where I could read that person through....just enough to trust them. After it ended in a weird not so weird easy way like it didnt even matter to begin with it renewed a doubt in me. Why are we not careful with who we portray ourselves as? Why is it so far away from the truth of who we really are? Why is everything so conditioned...

I just wanna say that its either a shaved head or a baby....one way or the other

I love this tiny humannnnnnn

Something for your heart.

I still haven't figured out if it is a blessing or a curse to feel my emotions storming throughout my body....damaging every bits of me it could find.

You know how the people you love in the need to protect and care for you say things that just ends up breaking your heart. You can't be mad at them becuase they don't know any better and they just want you to be better and they want it fast.

Make sure to be there for you. In the constant need of wanting others to fill the spaces in us and love us in ways we desire we forget we too are part of that calculation. That love was all along meant to start from within first as to not blind everything around it.