short fiction · 2026-10-15

Cartographer of Hearts

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet chambers of your chest, I trace the rivers that run unseen, the tributaries of joy that spark like sudden silver in shallow light, the deep lakes where sorrow settles, still and dark, holding reflections of stars you never name aloud. I map the ridges of your doubt, the gentle slopes where trust takes root, and mark the hidden valleys where laughter echoes, soft and low. Each contour I learn redraws the borders of my own inner land, for to know you is to redraw the world I carry within.