Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Trance like

I’m in a trance
Called everything will be ok suddenly and you just don’t worry about anything except the dreams 

Worrying creates pain - 
So dream instead

Now I have added this extended pressure that I cannot make positive no more
Habits strengthen me and solidify my weaknesses filling the cracks with lava initially that hurt but after cooling make things alright 

Why not you?
Why can’t you?
Why so slow?
Why like this and not that?
Didn’t we say comparisons were the worst!
And now here I am comparing this amazing man with no man 

A story with a bigger story
Myself with my dream self

My old self with this nobody
My now with someone or something invisible
And yet the visible I. Choose to ignore
My health
My mind
My intelligence
Suddenly I’m thinking I’m the worst writer in the world rather than I’m a new writer with so many possibilities 
And why did I forget all that I have written ? All my abilities and capabilities and the most important
Passion and belief 
I’m suddenly giving up all this hard work and effort for nothing 
Suddenly pushing aside all the hard work I have to really do 
Giving my ears and everything away. 
What does it all matter?
Just dream on eh? 

Suddenly, life is back to being messy back to being goal less
Back to being too much for me 
Back to being what it was like before Ramadan 
But isn’t that what I exactly asked for would not happen 

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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' -