Living where the Sun twirls and the stars swirl, my life is running so fast and I can never catch up – Everything is ahead of me – All I want to say and do is somewhere I cannot reach – I feel that I am the smallest rock in the ocean – falling and falling in darkness. But in Reality, I am living where Urban Streets race to an unforgiving future and trails of musical experiences blare through sound systems of woofer catastrophes. Youth is catastrophic – Split from my heart when I was young; I forgot how to read my thoughts – Understanding the galaxy so small in front of me – I failed it intensively – Who am I/Where am I and What should I be – I am LOST living in a fragile scene and should be a soldier fulfilling dreams –
It’s always pouring disdain - it’s always splashing fear of rain all over my soul.
MISUNDERSTANDING is the key to my misery yet I don’t know that because I’ve never tried to discover- If I searched for my happiness from deep within me, I would find I was looking in all the wrong places. If I tried to begin from a new road and find a different journey than the one I am taking now – My ideas in life would change – MY opportunities would increase vastly and my success would never falter – But this journey I never want to try. This road I have heard about and I never ask for directions, I never ask for hope to believe.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
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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' -
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' -
1 comment:
its been five years and a bit since this comment
........5 years on I was younger , I am older, what has changed??? what has become of me , what has erased inside me and what has instead grew, welll... this time ive taken the right path this time ive taken the road less taken so hard to find but when found will take you to the best place you could ever imagine ..... .A heaven inshallah
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