South Sudan Is One Of The Most

Quite Often Governments Are One Way And The People Are Another.

Every Year, August Lashes Out In Volcanic Fury, Rising With The Din Of Morning Traffic, Its Great Metallic Wings Smashing Against The Ground, Heating The Air With Ever-increasing Intensity.

From Those Who Agonize That They May No Longer Be Able To Write Off Their Private Jet To Someone Who Doesn't Feel Like Making The Three Mile Hike To The Well To Get Water And Carry It Back, Everyone Struggles.

I Think That Humans Have A Huge Capacity To Carry Pain And Sadness. There Are Things That Haunt Us Our Entire Lives; We Are Unable To Let Them Go. The Good Times Seem Almost Effervescent And Dreamlike In Comparison With The Times That Didn't Go So Well.

I Am Well Protected Too Locked Up Inside Myself To Get Free