Tuesday, August 10, 2021

Mind fog dimness bleakness and cloud

Am feeling lonely
Angry 
Messy 
Empty
Destructive
Lacking
Mean
Big with holes
Small with stupidness
Just all wrong

I feel
Really 
Alone
Always waiting for my phone to click
Always dreaming for the right thing in the wrong place
Always pushing back stress with more stress
Allaying filling my time with the wrong things
Golden time given to robbers
All hard work given to devils
All mistakesgiven back in return as guilt
As less sleep
As the present of being tired

Allah said
Be aware that you might love something that is bad for you

And that is it exactly
I won’t get asked on that 
I won’t be able to write on that 
I won’t be able to create on that 
I won’t be able to say anything in that 
That won’t save me

I feel
Very angry with myself
That I am so calm and can’t even walk 
I feel so silly with myself
I feel empty just empty 
Sleepy
Obsurd 

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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' -