Here´s what happened:
Throw those boxes away, darling.
No geometry here – the four pillars of your old house have been crashed and there´s nothing you can do, or would want to do, to bring them up again.
No organized shelves, safety nets – breathe deeply as you fall -, formulas carefully applied to the recipe (
no recipe, dear alchemist; I´ve also crashed your laboratory and all the documents in it). No water can put The Fire off.
No ghost (Mr. Fear), that dark shadow that lays by your side, like an hologram stuck to your shoulder, is allowed in our bed. My arms won´t let it in. Only YOU are allowed.
Throw those boxes away,
Love, love itself and not the idea of it, when it happens, it happens.