Khartoum heartbreak, disaster outbreaks

This is a disaster

I mean,

I sit here and dream of finding the nile grow day by day like a newborn invested in my heart - healing heart amongst the bridges of carressing night african stars and traffic hustle of deepness , the dampness of the ravishing waters comes to my desires, swiftly taking my breath away - for I dream that I find coffee dawns in ozone paradise and true affairs in the middle of tribal connections - amidst the wafers of bliss I am sandwiched into happinness and madness for love of a country and twined hotels, lavishing the sky - - their windows act like a balcony into where I am so far away - yet I close my eyes- i close my eyes and i am standing over khartoums song - over khartoums heartbeat - over khartoums love for me- for if i was to have an affair - i would be with sudan- it would be the secrets of the streets and the people and the poor thriving rich into my emotions - somehwere I get lost in urban shops and boutiques unknown and people black with soot of a tired day - in there I find a home - filled with trees and a family and faith that time is created for my adeventure and venture into the forest of lust for an evening sleepover - -for if i was to know - i would know that my country would never leave me - i have been betraying -yes - so betraying it hurts so bad like hell- I feel like i ripped out my own mind and left it bleeding in the heat of a terresterial storm of love - serials of cermonies come agonising to find me for i have lost the beauty outside and inside - everything shows so well so clear - like the dampness in the nile in my dream- I just want to touch it - thats all