I don’t want to skim stones on the surface of your being. I want to swim below those ripples. I understand you find it hard to invite me in, as I do you. Into those uncharted waters of sunken treasures and abandoned ships. Fear is a falsely mask friend, in shaped like nets, sitting upon the surface catching stones. Is a flower ever in the same state? No, because it is constantly becoming. If it were a bud forever I would grow weary. If it never wilted I would become complacent. Your ever changing states are also my own. Because I dared to see you, I see more of me. Expanding in all directions, eternal in the vastness of what I can become. K.T. 19/01/2017