if like you should sink down, beneath, I'll swim down.

.testimonies

Surely
there's something you're leaving out?
To save the blushes, save the social boundary-crossing, save the best to the quiet times, save the moment when the [deepbreath] room goes dead, for seconds, for pulsebeats, and you fold, over the precipice (too late now, can't go back, words overflow) and it's said, and the latent electricity's still in the air.

Fine. I'm ok with that. There's a reason, but I paid attention in 1st term - there's also an argument.

It goes like this, and it comes from within; and as yet, tried, tested and fully socially acceptable it ain't.


.jam and chocolate toastie

it's that very bit; the centre; when it's about that; the typology-resistant type; the isolated there in the darkness moment. It's ok with me if that's the bit you share with no-one but yourself and, let's say, significant other.

But you gotta share it somewhere; don't forget it; in fact, cling to it.
Shelter, unicity, you+me (+no-one else).

It pulled you out. It'll damn well pull you through.