If my mind was a sea, your fingers would be imprinted on all the pebbles. All the fossils would be your fingerprints. When you jump in, so deep you can not tell whether you are floating or sinking, disoriented, an odd sense of calmness sets in. I am stuck in an uneasy moment of harmony. Immense pressure, absence itself is present.
But what are tides if not a caress? What is water if not an embrace? The ocean does not seem so scary anymore, now that you are here, now that you are the only thing I could drown in.