If

Worlds hinge on the dialogue
Between if and when,
Where endless passageways
Overlap in the maze of
Insecure maps I’ve
Poked holes in. Where the
Light peeks through like
Constellations of faded stars
In the well-worn imagination
Of doubt and desire.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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