Maps are no more certainties than hints.

My heart is like a rowing boat adrift

Whose occupant has fallen overboard
The empty vessel drifts through deep sea mist.

And in those pearl filled ears the deep sea roars.

Just as the boat drifts mapless, so do I.

My maps were drawn for quite another sea

My captain’s taken leave and now I cry

As if that drowned soul might just be me.

Yet on the sea bed mysteries abound;

Such wonders and such magic there displayed.

I wonder if it is my lot drown

And to a memory then quickly fade.

Maps are no more certainties than hints.

Between the lines hides gold from other mints.

Praise

He said I was the most narcissistic woman he never met

Love is blind but I like coming top in anything.

I told him I had led a chaste life but he heard “chased,” and he ran after me with nets for hours.

I am chaste as I don’t believe anyone would want sex after marriage.

And before that it is a sin au motel.

I am feeling very anxious to and I don’t know what to do

I awake so very early, looking for a clue

I lie awake in panic and I’m breathing much too fast

The nightmare is now fading,the horror cannot last

I wake up to her screaming, she can scream for hours.

Her bràin may be abnormal but her body s full of power.

She cannot imagine.she can only see

That’s why it is easier being you or me.