Friday, June 15, 2012

still cant answer the question I know the answer to

I'm unhappy
not because i have to be
but becasue I want to be
I'm sad
not because i have a reason
but becasue I cant find a reason
I'm lonely
not becasue I am
but because I choose
I'm angry
not because somethings happened
but becasue nothings happened
I'm weak
not because im small
but because I see myself small
I'm sleepy
not becasue i havnt slept
but because Ive slept too much
I'mlocked
not becasue theres no key
but because i cant find the place for it
they key
I'm boring and bored
not because there's nothing to do
but because I can't find that cool part within me to clear
yesterday  idreamt what it would be like to see a million years from now
maybe less maybe more
I got scared
not because I could feel
but because I could see everything in  a very hard far away place
where no one could hear me or help me
and then through a portal
I asked myself the question
WHY?
why have i done this
I'm still wondering
not becasue I dont know the answer
but becasue I know the answer very well
and I still cant answer any part of anything

anything..........

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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' -