I fall in love everyday.
Either on the bus,
Or on the subway.

I opened my eyes on the front porch of my house.
Mosquitoes,crickets singing latest ballads,
And all I could think of was
The connection between my constellation
and yours.

Orion and Lepus look almost intertwined
from down here,
but I know better.

I reckon google maps is the soulmate of the nostalgic,
The sentimental,longing for what was,
Searching for yesterday like a starving dog.
Sometimes ,more often than not,
I find myself looking out the window of a younger me.

And who are we,if not passing strangers on a foreign soil?

I believe google maps is the aplication for the past.
We are the effect of the places we roamed.
I find myself in a darkened room,
Yet still,everything that brought me here
Are the houses I slept in,
The roads I took,literally and figurately,
And the trees I rested under.

When you searched through the mine of
myself,
tearing to shreds all
my glistening
fears.
you did your best,
you truly wanted
to see.
but the cavernous path is winding,
And harsh and dreary.
And it can,
It might
Chase you away.