I want to live here

I want to live in a pinnpoint of african bliss- I want to drink tea in balconies swinging with khartoum architecture - falling in the arms of heat and beat of lustful darkness - I want to come about the bends and trends of khartoum's bedazzling streets & fashions - lost in the intention of connection with nile rivers and new shivers of winter desert - I want to sit in africa knowing that africa is mine and divine with intervention of hope- the hope inside me - I want to feel stupid with happinness -like listening to a thousand songs you love all at once - I want to write something that comes true - next year - i want to write something coming true - I want to write in africa - I want to sleep underground of despair with my family and overground with the earth of my land - dispersed shreds of the parts of my life _ i find amongst seconds , minutes and hours lost outside the boundaries of truth - outside here I feel locked in things I have to do _ in a life that I do not want - yet it is my life and i cannot regret being here - still this destruction of parts of me everywhere - is crucially the frown on my face - all the time - I want to live here - In khartoum - africa- my hometown, my birthplace, my whole life -