Her mind was the world map.And I wanted to explore all of its entirety.Even the oceans, trenches, and abyssesIn which I wasn’t aware of what I’d discover.  Her long locks of curls fell over her shouldersAs if her eyes weren’t enough beauty.Inviting yet reckless, chaotic yet sincere.  As the days progressed, Her smile became more exhaustedHer eyes attempted to combat any possible companions.Her hair lost the volume similar to how her voice did. Eventually, silence fell between her lips.  Her tears fell down her cheeks similar to rainfall fleeting down as if the military shooting down to our ultimate doom.Impacting everyone on the way down.  She wore many layers that went farther than her clothing.She wore many masks that you couldn't tell which one was real.  A revelation was made early of what was happening.Leaving her plate empty everydayNot because she had consumed it but,I realized she had starved herself from foodIn search for another thing to fill herself up.  Her mind was a gardenIt's where ideas grew.However, her garden had reached opposing views.At a crossroads of what she was. Of what she represented. Of what she was worth.  Her mind was the world map.And I wanted to explore all of its entirety.But something wary had held me back. Danger signs alerted me at every corner.Away from the deepest parts of her mind.As I knew I had the possibility of drowning.