Map

Don't we all wish we had a map? To show us which turns to take? Paths and where they end up neatly laid out. When to speak, when not to. The things we don't say. The yearning to reach out and be there, the fear that stops us. My soul screams but my lips barely move. Try to act on faith and hope, not fear and hesitation. Trust that isolation is the worst sentence.

We try to read minds, take guidance from little signs. Check the barometer and dress for the weather; winter coat today. Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose -- Rush. Wish summer would never leave.

Listening to Coldplay, Rush of Blood to the Head.