Sometimes I really can’t believe that I’m here. Everyday, I discover something so new and fascinating that I become captivated and wound in a whimsical trance of absolute, undeniable splendor. I spend most days drowning in a sea of mystery, history, magic, myth and legend and can’t help but inhale the water deeper and deeper. It hurts, burns, scolds, tingles, and fills me to a point where I can’t hold anymore, pressing, pushing, hammering my rib cage to expand but not yet to explode; taking me just to the brim of that damn that tries to contain and harness the incredible power of will and volition. Though the break won’t be easy, it’s what I’m searching for…it’s what I need. Pain and all.
For now, I’m victim of Morocco’s tease. Seeing only little hints of the true magnificence that lies beyond the damn that keeps me from knowing the secrets of this incredible place.
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