Dangerous safety.

Encapsulated in your embrace is my niche.
I am the snail, you are my shell.
I am the baby, you are my blanket.
I am the heart, you are the cage. The rib.
The protection.
And I beat. I pulse. I breathe.
With every breath I inhale a little sparkle.
The twinkle of your zest. Your spirit.
Of which you are not certain.
Though I see deeper than the naked orb.
The peripheral that they see.
And so I know.
That all you are, holds all of me.
So we take care of taking care, whilst longing.
In attempt to express, one moment is satisfied.
Step backwards from the line.
I need your safety. But your safety is dangerous.

Ok.

So, I just read my post from last week back to myself. I think it was a prayer. Yes, it was a prayer. And, hey, it got answered. S'good that, isn't it?
Right now, I feel like I've finally got some clarity. But it's strange, so it feels unnatural as I haven't felt like this in ages! It's good. But strange. That's the only way I can describe it. It's like, how you expect something is going to feel isn't necessarily how it will feel at the time. It doesn't feel like I expected. I over-expected. But in a good way. Because now my faith is glowing. And that's a great thing. And I am happy. I'm content. Wow.
It's a lot, but it's not everything. And I'm glad. Though, I wouldn't have thought I would be. But I am. It's a funny thing.
And it's slightly ironic that the theme of my post is clarity and yet this is probably the most abstract yet, to an outside perspective.
It's quite amusing.x