Painting Picture Of Egypt
发表时间：2007-4-26 4:40:18
I don't want to live here, I don't want to stay, it feels like pinching to me either way. The places I long for the most are the places where I've been. They are calling after me like a long lost friend. It's not about losing faith, it's not about trust, it's all about comfortable when you move so much. The place I was wasn't perfect but I had to found a way to live. It wasn't milk or honey but then neither is this.
I've been painting picture of Egypt leaving out what it lacked. The future feels so hard and I want to go back. But the places that used to fit me can not hold the things I've learned, and those roads were closed off to me while my back was turned. The past is so tangible, I know it by heart, familiar things are never easy to diacard. I was longing for some freedom, but now I hesitate to go, I am caught between promise andthe things I know.
If it comes too quick, I may not recognize it, nor will I appreciate it. Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
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