Saturday, November 19, 2011

everything is off

My heart is in the wrong place

SO when I look at myself in the mirror

I

see




a stolen face

losteyes

broken wrinkles

chapped lips

drying goodness

dirty cleanliness



my heart is in the wrong place

like a far away hole filled with escapades of killing memories



nearer

I feel like a wall is between me and all that I want

I feel like a mad wall keeps getting bigger

darkening mylife


I have so much dreams


SO much good in me

I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me

that kills me

that makes me losesight of everything and get pulled back 20 light years way from confidence

I

dont know what to say

everything is off everything



here i am deep down wishing for a different shape in everyhting and a different mind set

ie asking for a new me

so that everyone

even the cloesest to me can stop this madness

when i know that is all wrong

for as long as i hate myself

as long as i dont  know myself

its all wrong

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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' -