I hold you the hand

I hold you the hand, I do not want to run. You hold me the hand, you do not want to drown you. Why plunge, without knowing to swim? To Play with the limits of life to know that nothing betrays us. Assemble in me the violence of the rejection. Vibrate in you terror to have been afraid. More not to touch the edge, to be able to go up, never not to breathe. In water, to only give up us, we touched with this burning desire more to leave us. Promise that the ground swell of our fears sealed forever.  It was necessary to push the doors of terror. To understand that our rage is stronger than our furies. The waves of our rancours carry salt to revive our wounds. Without having the force of this terrible fright. That I had to see you sinking elsewhere. For our greater misfortune. In the abyssals zone of an ocean of pains. I felt this need to remain in life with you. That you go until the end with me. I hold you the hand, I do not want to run. You hold me the hand, you do not want to drown you. It is this image which I want to carry. Lengthened on the back, floating by looking at a starry sky.