A man rang at my door.
"Hi, I have a map," he said simply, and I invited him on.
There were feelings, depths, abysses, paths and dead streets, thoughts and white places... I liked it at that time and I liked the man who then stayed.
And much later I realized that the map was actually his.
That my feelings have a different colors
and my real journey leads through a different landscape.
Now I'm drawing my own.
I still have enough time, and thanks to the old one I know a lot about myself.