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.