Maps( I.P)

It's 9 am in the morning. I am wondering if you are still mad at me for making you almost go to bed guilt ridden, I hope that you remembered that no matter what happens you should never gone to bed angry.

I love hearing your philosophies on life only so that I can count the little ways in which you fail at implementing the gigantic principles.
I am petty. I believe that if you believe in something then it reflects even in your tiniest actions. It leaves practically no room for error but only then can I respect it.

Talking to you sometimes is like navigating a minefield, I wander in and out of hostile spaces of time, only the reward is far far sweeter than realizing that I get to live...because without you that golden reward is like a uniform color.

I enjoying swimming in your seas and getting nasty diseases from your forests (no pun intended). I am on a quest to map out your soul as I so easily do your body. Every revelation is another contour, every habit, a key.

At times certain things seem insurmountable like great mountains. I only need to remind myself why I am here in the first place and that the only thing that can stand in the way of me loving you the best way that I can is me.

You inspire me to dream up picturesque scenery and all I want is for you to be proud to get to be associated with my ever changing lands. It is nice to find someone that takes the time to marvel at the colors of my sunset. After all we were all intended to be adored.

That was such a silly thing to disagree about last night and such a silly thing to worry about in the morning and although it might be just a tiny bit too late I want to know that it doesn't matter to me anymore. I completely understand where you are coming from and I agree with you and without any condescension at all I want to genuinely state that your efforts are appreciated.

It's 9:10 in the morning and you still haven't called.