It's time to be white...again
From the night before , It's been snowing with desire and lustful winter wishes of a girls imagination intertwining with all the fantasies of a tired soul and cold of the heart - I imagine love under the whiteness, I also imagine hot stars - I imagine a lot of things but it seems that white comes with patience, white comes with time ,white comes with new hopes and hard work to make things right - forget the past - the past is already cast - but now changes come as more and more snow is made - and it not about to fade - now is the time to become - the shade of white
I want to become someone else yet stay the same , I want to love myself for who I am but also for the changes that i've done - I want to be white inside - I want to be happy inside - I want to be forgiving to myself I want to uptake dreams and let them be - I want to wait for love and let it be
Blankets of snow fall, I call all the pearls outside my window to forgive me, for they must hold beauty of angels frozen with the winter wonderland of the world -
I want to write before the snow melts and my heart rents
all the emotions of heat underneath the cold
right now numb to the core of happiness, my feelings of intentions are purity to remain white
white with innocence
white with decadence
white with elegance
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' -
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