Another equation when i find myself in you

the boredom passionately lingering on your face
the forever search that ends in too many confusing tunnels
the freedom of being connected
the feeling of being connected in detachment

suddenly it matters not anymore
what you are to me
nor what i am to you
I find myself in you

*in math, minus times minus is plus. could this be really true for us? or instead it will end up in this equation: R=H x V/C? Assuming that you're the hazard and i am the vulnerability. Without the C (what could it possibly be?), disastrous and risky, indeed. This idea i mean*