(Wrote long time ago)
{Central Apnoea}, a disastrous consequence where the respiratory system of the human body does not mature properly, the end result – Central Apnoea – the patient cannot breathe when they go to sleep. There are only 300 cases in the world and even though the handicap is catastrophic where the affected will remain on life support machine their entire life, I come to find myself thanking the Almighty nevertheless for its rarity and praying to him only more to help people with problems in health such as this one, or any others that are life debilitating.
{Sanity and Insanity}, that condition where the mind is lost between a bridge of two worlds, the sane and the insane. I find myself acutely affected by its collective symptoms.
The difference between dreams and reality hauls on me like that game of tug the rope, which teams wins by pulling stronger. I dream so much about love, peace, beauty, I wish so badly for them to come true, when I look around the real world and find nothing’s changed, I only deviate and wander and dream some more. But just as dreaming is good and important it can be severely lethal. I find myself lost from truth, lost from hope that things are not coming true. It puts me in a state that is maniacal, leaves me shaking because I’m in a road not knowing the way to use, to reach home – the sane side.
This world and life in it, is the enhancer and promoter of my {Sanity and Insanity}, facing all of this, all different planets in global, global earth, this world, where I am sitting down in a tiny room and trying to conquer it all in a page. Look at destruction, corruption, abuse, hate, crime, deprivation, starvation, all planets that turn on their axis to produce their toxic gas that elicits my {Sanity and Insanity}. I go insane burning with thought of why, just why alone is sufficient. So much energy consumed thinking what if things were different, no war between Palestine and Israel, no American policies, no HIV, no famine. Then its phase two of my deep inhaled thoughts and I find it upon myself to think of solutions. This huge food mountain in the west piling up because of over production of food and laws so strict about expiry dates, health is thrown out like shreds of paper. Why the food mountain couldn’t become level ground, balance? No-one would be hungry, of course what an insane, foolishly irrational idea.Religion is the letters that put my {Sanity and Insanity} in fatal shock. That beautiful word meaning faith, happiness, gain, worship, freedom and more importantly a link to save you from loss, and then I read criticism, ignorance, extremism, illiteracy about its beauty, imprisonment for its emancipation, hate for its love. I try and stay sane, far from dementia, by consoling myself that God is powerful enough to take care of his sweet embrace. He will take care of it and whatever catastrophe that is a hurricane, will be remedied by God, but extremism pushing our face of what we trust to drowning oceans, misleading, bombing, terrorising, fighting, tormenting, scaring, misleading, misleading and misleading, a word to drive me lunatic insane. I try and use all parts of my mind to think of ways to change half a mind of a person who doesn’t understand about Islam and I don’t care if I do go insane doing it.
It breaks my heart to see love breaking down, relationships finishing and lovers changing. It makes me weep to see road traffic accidents that could have been avoided, young children sad or lonely and women being abused in their homes. It sends me to misery, people being addicted to heroine and cocaine and not on God, a soul wanting to commit suicide, if only it tried to pray.It rocks my boat of {Sanity and Insanity} overboard and like Central Apnoea, I wonder should my illness be listed as a catastrophic occurrence in medicine.
{Central Apnoea}, a disastrous consequence where the respiratory system of the human body does not mature properly, the end result – Central Apnoea – the patient cannot breathe when they go to sleep. There are only 300 cases in the world and even though the handicap is catastrophic where the affected will remain on life support machine their entire life, I come to find myself thanking the Almighty nevertheless for its rarity and praying to him only more to help people with problems in health such as this one, or any others that are life debilitating.
{Sanity and Insanity}, that condition where the mind is lost between a bridge of two worlds, the sane and the insane. I find myself acutely affected by its collective symptoms.
The difference between dreams and reality hauls on me like that game of tug the rope, which teams wins by pulling stronger. I dream so much about love, peace, beauty, I wish so badly for them to come true, when I look around the real world and find nothing’s changed, I only deviate and wander and dream some more. But just as dreaming is good and important it can be severely lethal. I find myself lost from truth, lost from hope that things are not coming true. It puts me in a state that is maniacal, leaves me shaking because I’m in a road not knowing the way to use, to reach home – the sane side.
This world and life in it, is the enhancer and promoter of my {Sanity and Insanity}, facing all of this, all different planets in global, global earth, this world, where I am sitting down in a tiny room and trying to conquer it all in a page. Look at destruction, corruption, abuse, hate, crime, deprivation, starvation, all planets that turn on their axis to produce their toxic gas that elicits my {Sanity and Insanity}. I go insane burning with thought of why, just why alone is sufficient. So much energy consumed thinking what if things were different, no war between Palestine and Israel, no American policies, no HIV, no famine. Then its phase two of my deep inhaled thoughts and I find it upon myself to think of solutions. This huge food mountain in the west piling up because of over production of food and laws so strict about expiry dates, health is thrown out like shreds of paper. Why the food mountain couldn’t become level ground, balance? No-one would be hungry, of course what an insane, foolishly irrational idea.Religion is the letters that put my {Sanity and Insanity} in fatal shock. That beautiful word meaning faith, happiness, gain, worship, freedom and more importantly a link to save you from loss, and then I read criticism, ignorance, extremism, illiteracy about its beauty, imprisonment for its emancipation, hate for its love. I try and stay sane, far from dementia, by consoling myself that God is powerful enough to take care of his sweet embrace. He will take care of it and whatever catastrophe that is a hurricane, will be remedied by God, but extremism pushing our face of what we trust to drowning oceans, misleading, bombing, terrorising, fighting, tormenting, scaring, misleading, misleading and misleading, a word to drive me lunatic insane. I try and use all parts of my mind to think of ways to change half a mind of a person who doesn’t understand about Islam and I don’t care if I do go insane doing it.
It breaks my heart to see love breaking down, relationships finishing and lovers changing. It makes me weep to see road traffic accidents that could have been avoided, young children sad or lonely and women being abused in their homes. It sends me to misery, people being addicted to heroine and cocaine and not on God, a soul wanting to commit suicide, if only it tried to pray.It rocks my boat of {Sanity and Insanity} overboard and like Central Apnoea, I wonder should my illness be listed as a catastrophic occurrence in medicine.
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