If you told me you never cry I'd call you out on your big fat lie Tears are for your eyes To keep your corneas clean To cry is for the despondency within.

I’m a Little Worried.

I miss my two blog posts a week rule. I was writing a lot of shit but at least I was writing. I consider just giving up on my blog on a regular basis because I would remember it at random times of the day and feel guilty by the way it's going. I always…

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

Every time a new year comes around, what brings the feel of the holiday spirits is the smell. Especially on the eve, from households comes the smell of baking bread and the berbere laced scent of cooking onions and the mouth watering whiff of barbecuing meat, simmering seasoned butter in doro wot or the raw,…

The brain behind Circling Qalat is currently broken. Standby.

…It should be okay Be to sad sometimes Because sadness is heavy It keeps our feet on the ground Happiness,Not one where you brazenly laugh And look around to check if they've heard Or the one you wear round your neckAnd open your blouse to let them seeBut real happiness,swells like a balloon in your…

ጉሮሮውን ጠራረገና ወረቀቱን ጠበቅ አድርጎ ለመጀመር እንደገናፍርሐቱን ለመደበቅ በፈገግታ አይኑ እያየኝ"ልቤ እየመታ አስቸገረኝ" አለኝ::የዋህነት ሲፈታተንህ ነውተራነትህ ካላስደነገጠህማምኑን ኖርከውበደንብ ምታ በለው::

Escapes

I joined Facebook in eighth grade when my best friend told me that this guy that my group of friends and I collectively had a crush on was on Facebook. I thought, I should get on this and I joined. Now about eight years later Facebook feels like a husband I can’t bring myself to…

When we're older we'll tell storiesOf the time as little kidsAliens came to our home.They lived their lives in boxes and boxesAnd saved their emotions in their little pockets.Their smiles stopped just short of their eyesStrong arms and stronger mindsBut still they tripped and fell over on little rocksAnd the brambles cut through their thicker…

Young Adult

We were minds of timid curiosity Touching, prodding, slowly patting If it bites, jump back but it must be okay if it doesn’t. Overly imaginative, a little crazy and very stupid But I guess it’s all the same It was celebrated Or met with a slap on the wrist To cause a bruise that healed…

I think I Get Art Now

Last summer a few friends and I had this thing where we got together once a week to talk about weird stuff like conspiracy theories, how the sun will die, Angles, Satanism and…. you get the drift. It was a lot of fun. I kinda wish I could get that group back together again…. Anyways…