Monday, November 8, 2010

untitled mess

God
I can't believe I chose the wrong option
I chose the one that makes me unhappy and that makes my parents unhappy


It's as if I gave my life to the wrong person
and invisible terrible feeling now haunts
its like on one hand i have everything every woman can aspire or dream of
and on the other hand I have nothing


So i choose nothing
I choose to stay home
I choose to be confused


and then confuse my parents
confuse myself
confuse others
like my heart my soul my time my memories


I think to myself I Want this and that and this and that all in 2 months
or less
and I want all the future to come to me
while i dont do anything
i just want to bake and wait for it


and then i think to myself I want to do everything I possibly can to be true to myself
I want to suceed and fulfill my destiny
MY destiny
the one that only includes me and my dreams
and not what other people want of me or what even I want of me
I know that sounds contradicting
but it does make sense

sometimes even I defect myself
wanting too much
asking too much
is tiring
and confusing
and depressing

if i stop that
and just do
what
I can
and what I want
without entries from other places

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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' -