Unseen Cartography

If I where to write a map it would be the one unseen.

Not a map of this world, nor even one of outerspace a place you could visit.

This map lives within.

It changes with every reader and, story told.

a reflection of their own inner journey and, those connected.

Its paths on this map appear orderly, but they are like a calm sea, appearing calm above the surface, chaos lies within. underlying currents that twist, divide, and converge unpredictably.

The mountains on this map have roots, where the rock that lay's at the very top, is as important as the one's that supported the base.

It has wild jungles with a warm heart hidden inside.

Where every person and, animal you meet is located.

Not by coordinates but, a reflection of the parts of yourself you have yet to discover.

This map moves and, breaths it is alive. It's every changing and, this map it contains everything we are and hold a mirro of everything we could have been.

Memories, choices, possibilities it's endless. With shapes and colours, breathing and forming arounds us. Shifting with each new breath. The very air around us not to inhale but, to remind us that we are alive, worth living.