Thursday 13 September 2012

Once upon a time there was a young man
who liked to get lost. What an adventure
life can be, he said. Every evening
on scrap paper he drew lines to mark the roads
he had taken. The pieces would
fit together to make a beautiful map, but he
kept them loose at the bottom of his bag.
One day it seemed there were
no more places in which to get lost.
Everywhere felt familiar and all faces
were the same. Every love hurt just like the last.
He gathered his pieces quickly,
and tried so hard to arrange them somehow
to make any sense of the lines
that spread across the jumbled world.

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