Take the folded map, press its coffee stained corners and tuck it to your bag.
Trace the faded hue of colored lines
Circle every country and every island you wishFall in love with wisps and paths
See how it directs, it will tell you where to go
Hold its hand and dance in the dark
Tell your deepest darkest secrets
And listen to its soft quiet thrumBut I beg of you not to throw it away
It is paper, weak and soft
Just as my aching heartIt will not warn you
Of the trekking hours of silent traffic
Or rough bumpy roads
And most importantly, booming storms that will drum against your car windowFollow the map and skip against its chosen path
Because the journey filled with cracks and gaps
Can be better than the perfect destiny's trap
ESTÁS LEYENDO
love and lights │✓
Poesíamy love is threaded upon pinpricks of various lights. when it is lost, i crumble in the darkness. #projectasthete