"ATLAS"

I took down the wallpaper in my bedroom just to stop the drone.

I couldn't stand the monotony any longer.

So, I painted a mural.

My mom came over for supper a few nights later and asked why I had chosen to paint stars.

I told her it was for simple reasons like guidance and perspective.

Supper sped by and I was alone again.

I stared at the walls of my bedroom and everything came to life.

Every freckle on your skin, I had mapped out on those walls.

I didn't hesitate about which went where, how far this one was from the next;

I knew where each belonged.

It was an exact blueprint of you in paint.

A map of the world—my world—on my walls.

For simple reasons like guidance and perspective.