Memoirs of a Sudanese Breath: I never usually 37

Sunday, December 27, 2009

I never usually 37

i love you , more than anything in this world

i love you so much it hurts to think about you

i want to be with you all the time

all the time

i want you to know me

for who i really am

i want you to stop all these people hurting me with their words

i want you to become a part of me

and I... a part of you

i love you more than anything in this world

even if we fight

even if we argue

even if we come undone

we are strong

all the time

i love you all the time

i know you all the time

you make me feel like this all the time

nothing changes

even if all the world around us does

nothing changes

i think that i'm lost right now

so lost right now

i can't find myself

so if i could find you

.....

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -