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My body is mountains disguised in flesh Fields of grain waving in the breeze My body is plateaus and canyons And every hill you’ve ever climbed
A body with hands like maps Allow me to trace your highway veins Intertwine your fingers in mine And learn my roads, my cliffs My body yearns to know your story
I’ve lost my map and I have no clue where I am going The fear of not knowing has continued growing The way I am has been lost for months
I am wandering down a river bed Without a map in my hand Or a plan thought up I saw the water drifting and Floated along with it Sometimes our attempts to escape reality
The Girl Who Was Also a Map It was winter when I first met her I did not quite realize what she was Because of the cold, she was covered and concealed.
It is weird that I am here. Trapped. On a beautiful island I cannot call my home. I have no cell phone, no coffee, no friends of my own. Deserted, I feel..alone.