Sometimes I just want to collapse into you. You. But I don't know if you want me to. Or if I should, should not be ok out here, on my own, living in my little home. No needs from others, doing it all by myself.

Before I would've escaped into arms too quickly, but touch is still necessary. So hold me now, tell me it's ok, and I'll tell you the same.

Sometimes, I just want to collapse into you. So as to ground me, like hugging a tree. You're part of the Earth, that helps balance me.