LXVII

There are the colours that you dream of and there are the colours you couldn't dream up if you tried. They were here before you and you'll be long gone before their splendour fades. 

But now that they've known you - and it is that way round, no mistake my dear - they take up residence in the west wing of your conscience and, boy, do they displace the cobwebs in those eaves!

There are the places that you dream of and there are the places you couldn't dream up if you tried. They were here before you and you'll be long gone before their splendour fades...

Marrakech.

[Images: Personal collection]

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Less than one month until I can tick one of the most magical places on earth off my travel bucket list - MOROCCO.

There is nothing I could say to express my level of excitement, wonder, thrill and joy.

[Images: Adrian Morris, ShineByThree]

XLIII

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There are things in me I can’t find words to express.

There are things in me I couldn’t let out even if I wanted to.

That if I did, would start a torrent of inner worlds and ceaseless sifting

Through what is true and what is real and what is not and who am I and why.

There are things in me I cannot face

And yet they’re in me – I face them every day

They come every where I go.

There are things in me I couldn’t let you in on if I tried

Because they’re not mine

I know not of them

And yet they’re in me – I know them every day

Unfulfilled unmediated unheard of unappreciated undone under my skin

There are things in me

Teach me how to let me in.