Lose Yourself Again

Somewhere between the fragments of desire and the line beyond which ‘too much’ begins, a new view opens up - from the height of someone else's touch. There is no need to speak there - everything is clear when someone climbs up your spine like a ladder into forbidden space.

A fragile heart, like a porcelain cup with a crack - and yet they pour into it anyway. Nerves on edge, control - in the red. But the light comes on without warning, and suddenly the whole world is visible. Almost beautiful. Almost not scary.

And if you get lost again, it won't be for the first time. The main thing is to have someone you can follow even blindly. Or fall, but in sync.