I wonder what is it like, to fall apart in someone’s arm. To be hatched, bare open. Being able to breathe. To turn off all sensory responses to danger and become completely exposed. Dance along with the light and darkness, in utter and full acceptance.
To swirl alongside one another in this vortex of openness. To see each other, hear each other, and be invited. To transcend the corrupted ego and awaken to the superior reality of each other’s true self.
To perceive the weight of the poison flowing through each other without being held back by it. To get to the center of everything.
To exist in a clear and concise, yet elevated acceptance.