Before me lies a line.
Its ends are terrifyingly infinite
So I consider this:
"If I cross this line, will it be worth it?
Will it be worth it if you are what is waiting on the other side?
I think so.
I think so, but I am so scared
Of you
Of my head
Of its contents
Of you
You
Y
O
U
.
It has to be worth it.
You are worth it."
And I step over the line.
