Unspoken – maximcartography (cartographysis)

Birds flew over the wooden bench wherehe sat tall and simple,a lump on his throat, wanting to say something special.There were mad dreams in his mind,miles, hills, and spread of fieldscrossing over laughters and weddings.Unshaven, red-eye from waiting for that moment.I ran away to the trip of promise, the highway of rushing machine balls,leaving theContinue reading “Unspoken – maximcartography (cartographysis)”