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.


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 brĂ in 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.