Maps I Won’t Burn

I burned all the maps

They took me nowhere

My days were empty

So were my nights

I was numb, and I was hollow

I longed for a summer that never arrived

I went through my worst days and my terrible nights

The maps enraged me

They made me want to scream

Who made them? What were they thinking?

I slip into my musings

My fistfuls of dreams

A lonely life, untethered from reality

My insecurities creep in

I push them away and smile at my dreams

Untying myself from reality

Cutting all the threads

I am lightheaded. I am free.

I hold his hand

He pulls me back to the heaviness of life

I am confused. I thought I was alright

He asks me about my dreams

I tell him I have none

He asks me about my plans

I tell him about the maps I burnt

He is disappointed. He looks at me.

He hands me his maps. I look at them.

There are so many of them

He doesn’t like tea

But I make some for him anyway

He avoids caffeine, but I think he needs it

I ask him whether I can join him on his journey

I would love to be his sidekick

He smiles. He doesn’t mind.

I make promises

Promises I know I will keep

I won’t burn any maps, not anymore.

I am nervous. I don’t know what lies ahead

I look at him. We will make it through

He is tethered to reality

And I am holding his hand.

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