the last thing I did in Sudan, Khartoum
the waft of the aroma of love peacefully comes to my mind
and as I fly,,, through skies,,, through mountains,,, through airports
one thing is on my mind
how hes such a part of me and I am a part of him
for I look at my body and think that an arm is missing or a heart
I am not whole but I am ..... sound
for my love for him makes me survive, makes me stronger, makes me happier
makes me want to make him proud
planes sit bored
and I sit not understanding lifes mysteries
suddenly i bounce with memories
last time i came through these lands
i was
alone
afraid
single
lost
and yet i still have so much to understand
and i instantly realise sadness is an object you carry aruond if you want to
or leave behind if you want to be free and i want to be free
now - I just need to close my eyes to lose those things and find existence
like ive been riveted into advancement
its peaceful here
and im peaceful here...
to be continued....
the waft of the aroma of love peacefully comes to my mind
and as I fly,,, through skies,,, through mountains,,, through airports
one thing is on my mind
how hes such a part of me and I am a part of him
for I look at my body and think that an arm is missing or a heart
I am not whole but I am ..... sound
for my love for him makes me survive, makes me stronger, makes me happier
makes me want to make him proud
planes sit bored
and I sit not understanding lifes mysteries
suddenly i bounce with memories
last time i came through these lands
i was
alone
afraid
single
lost
and yet i still have so much to understand
and i instantly realise sadness is an object you carry aruond if you want to
or leave behind if you want to be free and i want to be free
now - I just need to close my eyes to lose those things and find existence
like ive been riveted into advancement
its peaceful here
and im peaceful here...
to be continued....
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