by standing with my feet in two boats I will most surely fall between them, in the water i came from... and it will embrace me with its darkness, and consume every inch of me 'till my skin is no longer thirsty. And then, when i will feel its coldness of death, i will come to my sensences and realise it's not the natural way of dealing with my needs. I can't escape though; it seems willing to caress me with a wave and I am willing too to float. yet he wants to take me down...to the depths. I can't see there. I think I will go back now.