Think of it as a dive.
You’re going deeper and deeper. Lower, and lower. You know more, see more, feel more.
I have no idea what I’m doing, or what to do next. But I’m letting you in more and more. The door opens more gradually with each passing day. Maybe a day will come whereby you decided to cross the threshold.
Or maybe you would wound up closing it shut entirely. I don’t know.
I feel like I’m taking more and more risks with each passing day. A gamble, a flimflam, a bamboozle.
Not that I like what I’m doing with all of this. But without it, I don’t have much to go on with.
Trust is like a bridge. Two ways, dependent.
Please don’t close the door.
In the depths, the pressure presses in on your skull. A little wrong move and you’ll find yourself crushed.
No one appreciates that.