Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Bombs in the Background

It's been so long, I feel my brows furrowing at the last date I've written. Things have changed and things have stayed the same.
The seeking of 'knowledge' has consumed my waking and (little) sleeping hours.

Rings of grey circle my eyes more and more. At night, I enjoy the laughter of the city. The cold (or cool as they say) air filling my lungs.
Somehow, as I enjoy the glittering lights all around me, everyone notices my faltering smile.

I miss the darkness of my home. I miss the atmosphere of black that shrouds the living and the dead. Though as the days of the imminent return creep closer, a small sense of dread fills me.

The heat, the suffocating smells, the anger. When will this cycle end, I sigh down the phone.

'When you start really living life, then the cycle will be a background to trying to not drown' , a friend laughs morbidly.

Life in Iraq hasn't become worse. It just hasn't got better.

(and as adulthood slowly dawns on everyone, I think we've realized no-one is really looking forward to life there)