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 a stranger's touch. There is no need to speak - everything is clear when someone is climbing up your spine like a ladder into forbidden space. A fragile heart, like a cracked porcelain cup - and yet they keep pouring into it. Nerves on edge, control gone. But then the light comes on without warning, and suddenly you can see the whole world. Almost beautiful. Almost not scary. And if you get lost again, it's not the first time. The main thing is that there is someone you can follow even blindly. Or fall, but in sync.