To Sudan
I feel like I need to wash my brain with good old soap and water clean all the stairs and walkways that lead to my anxieties
I want to create time... time to heal.
If I go to sudan, I Will heal, I Will calm, I Will relax
In Sudan
So happy to be here
The african wind breaks my harsh memories into fragments of dying time
I swirl with the nature of my true identity
Browse through misery like it was never an enemy
The sun drying all my problems to shrivel into small size
Streets that open into the destination of my heart
Days that bloom all over a new start
People who are all a part of me
And I am as wonderful as can be
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