
Maps.
Take me far away, where I can break apart from this heavy shell of a life and gleam a few sacred, unmapped days. Give me solitude and time, and nature as my closest company, and let me be. There are a lifetime’s worth of words, bubbling in my bone marrow, begging to be exorcised.
“Was there but world enough, and time.” cried the soul too busy finding her footing to fly.






