Flawed, cracked.

Cracks and flaws are ugly things,

but often ignored is the fact

that lines make up the most beautiful pictures of all.

They are the everlasting footprints of movement

that, when examined with enough detail,

are exquisite maps

tracing the best and worst of the things that sit inside our souls.

We use maps to carefully select where we are going,

and often forget

that maps are also amazing at showing us exactly

where we have been,

and how that,

and not some map book,

is what really tells us where we’re going.