"I don't know what to do anymore. The skies are dusted with darkness; thorns are sprinkled on every path I choose to take; regret is trickling down my cheeks, my hands are bloodstained. I am losing my mind; the constellations carved into my skin are now just ashes. Sometimes it seems like my imperfection, my scars; they are everything that makes me who I am. I feel so weird all the time like I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I am never at peace; my mind is always screaming; my lungs are overflowing with sorrow but, nobody ever hears a thing," he breathed in a sigh but, the crumpled expression on his face seemed permanent.

"You need a map," she simply stated and twirled a strand of her hair.

"A what?"

"You need a map; something that tells you that you haven't lost your way. It is like the North Star that shines above us; soaring with the promise to guide you home even in the darkest nights. You need the map to trace your fingers over the borderlines parting millions of lives and decide where you really want to be. A map which is dotted with your wishes and dreams is exactly what will help you. The world is a messy place; you would always need something that would help you in getting to your paradise without losing your way in these chaotic shards of life."

"I think that is what I need. When the sky rains with despair, the map would be the only thing that assures me that the puddles in the way won't slow me down as I walk to my home."

"Yes. See, we all need a map; our lives are outlined with numerous 'what if's' but, when we sketch our aspirations and carve a path out of hopelessness; we realize what living actually is."

As she softly turned on her heels and was about to leave, he called her name and stopped her to whisper, "You are my map."