Hold me tighter.

I'm not concerned with your attitude towards me today. None of this matters to me. Forget everything you know, and clutch me like a person who'd drown without your arms around me.

No, it's not passion, it's just that I'm afraid of what's ahead of us.

I'm afraid that I might fall, that I might break myself... Pain is bad. I learned this when I broke myself on a jungle gym as a small child.

I look forward, and cringe. I want a windshield, a saftey capsule, something to shield me. I want something inspired by technology.

I want comfort and health (and a sandwich).

I want to feel like this roller coaster ride is perfectly safe.

Hold me tighter, before I wet myself.