Lost Soul of The Ghoul

I am a man whose soul has been raped by God

Walking around this world

Searching for the Sufi shrine

That is gone long time ago

Living in the city of light

The city of big reasons and

Total improvement

I am as lost here in the north

As you are in the south

The hot and dusty spaces

In Cairo

Eternal conflict, grey dim light

Of a billion grains of dust

Moving around waiting for

Destruction and

Recreation

Sands of Time — Discover

Sometimes another perspective is necessary in order to understand the world. This place reminds me in an awkward way of the far north. Places with only snow and no trees, windy stretches of roads often clogged by snow dunes up to five meters.

 

Photographer James Dee Clayton travels across Morocco, across the tallest dunes of the Sahara Desert.

via Sands of Time — Discover

Sand

Leaf and bling on the groundWhat did I learn?

In this isolated corner

In this reincarnation

In this illusion

That is so real

I close my eyes

And remember

A distant beach

Mikro Vigla, Naxos

More than 30 years ago

The sun shining so intensive

The too blue sea and the rocks

There I meet myself for the first time

And the future seemed so bright

The eternal nature of our souls always promise

Renewal and hope

But the memory is like writing in the sand

Losing yourself

I did not know that life could be so slow

When I was young

I did not understand that I was going to make my own nightmares come true

I could feel it but I did not listen to myself

Twenty five years later, Here I am trapped

Into a roleplay, I am always the loser making other people’s silly dreams come true

Other people’s agenda is ruling my life

Every day I fight either to change or to survive

Another day but time is running out and soon it will not matter anymore

I wish to leave it all behind and walk like a man free of burden feeling the warm sand under my feet and hear the eternal roar of angry waves hitting the stones at midnight