Wednesday, November 30, 2011

10 - 1.5

Today......I feel like my life has disintegrated into nothing
 I feel like I have become nothing
I feel like I lost every piece of good in me left
I feel dumb


Today.....i know that I am a person with no strength
just weakness
no perserverence just stop
no patience
just rush
no sense
just tense emotions
flaccid muscles
overall a pathetic existence


Today...I am small
I am an extra large small
I am a deep worry of distrust
I am a broken record
I turn and turn and turn around in circles

living my life in dreams
living my life i wrong dreams
other peoples dreams
like a virus clingin onto other peoples sucess and hoping it could oneday be my own

Today I am the world I hated
I am the planet of remorse
I am the galaxy of silence
Today I do not want to say anything
do anything
be anything

I just want ot take time back
i want to get a new mind
I want to exchange this faulty soul I havae
I want to replace my thoughts
get new models of them that work better faster last longer
 Today I do not want to be anywhere
everywhere is wrong

Today I have reached the end of my disintegration
the end of Hope
the end of me...... anything that was left of me .....anything possible
anything
is gone

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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' -