From the bottom of the swimming pool, I watch your white skin turning gold. I know we all beg God for love. Your eyes are piercing blue and cold, the only moving part on your face. Your face is like a death mask. You are so cold, my loverboy. You are so cold to me...and every time you go away..and every time you go away..I’m sinking in the pool of salty tears…No, please!

..the shadow keeps growing..it will be completely dark soon..you will be able to see the light despite all of the darkness..but only if you keep going and never look back..if you ever look back..what you fear the most will overtake you and turn you to stone..and this stone will become your grave..