feeling im in the wrong place but at the right time i have so much to do always in wrong gear and always unable to speed up or slow down when i need
im listening to khartoum streets and broken taillights african style of radio makes me move my body and reminisce on ad ream of a future moment khartoum the broken city of my dreams the heartbroken africa tale of a slashed country a part for me and a part for hell
i feel like im in the middle of its heartbeat bleeding just like it is
i feel like if i close my eyes i can see the green shops closed and the people asleep all 40million and then some of them
i feel like i can hear their cars sleep too and the dirt on the streets the dirty water and the cold pasgianoses in the freezers, the days waiting to turn and i am here
in the air between two countries two moments in time
two hours in space where i am lost
unknown to where i belong am i here or there?
am i meant to be here or am I meant to be there
asleep like everyone else
or insomniac sleep lover
i want to become an insomniac ive slept enough i want to be like dark angel
or like captain america who works out atnight
i want to be different strong and able for the most difficult of hardship
one being to combat my soul
this weak and dishonest terrible minefield of trauma and trouble
selfish and unable to tell me anything but destruction
i never feel right
and so i must jolt it out of position and teach it a lesson
and show it something its never seen before
like listening to a sudanese radio station in the middle of london
like STOP just STOP wanting attention
and feeling like you cannot survive
tell me what does pain mean to you
is it two peopel who love each other not being able to be together?
is it dreams not coming true even though they were meant to ...come true
or is it to see a woman destroying her self more and more each day through always feeling like shes at the wrong place but at the righ time
young and healthy
yet its slowly passing
and one day it will only be the pain of missing a day days of time
im listening to khartoum streets and broken taillights african style of radio makes me move my body and reminisce on ad ream of a future moment khartoum the broken city of my dreams the heartbroken africa tale of a slashed country a part for me and a part for hell
i feel like im in the middle of its heartbeat bleeding just like it is
i feel like if i close my eyes i can see the green shops closed and the people asleep all 40million and then some of them
i feel like i can hear their cars sleep too and the dirt on the streets the dirty water and the cold pasgianoses in the freezers, the days waiting to turn and i am here
in the air between two countries two moments in time
two hours in space where i am lost
unknown to where i belong am i here or there?
am i meant to be here or am I meant to be there
asleep like everyone else
or insomniac sleep lover
i want to become an insomniac ive slept enough i want to be like dark angel
or like captain america who works out atnight
i want to be different strong and able for the most difficult of hardship
one being to combat my soul
this weak and dishonest terrible minefield of trauma and trouble
selfish and unable to tell me anything but destruction
i never feel right
and so i must jolt it out of position and teach it a lesson
and show it something its never seen before
like listening to a sudanese radio station in the middle of london
like STOP just STOP wanting attention
and feeling like you cannot survive
tell me what does pain mean to you
is it two peopel who love each other not being able to be together?
is it dreams not coming true even though they were meant to ...come true
or is it to see a woman destroying her self more and more each day through always feeling like shes at the wrong place but at the righ time
young and healthy
yet its slowly passing
and one day it will only be the pain of missing a day days of time
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