Lying flat on the cold waters of longings, I am staring at the gray sky- with an empty gaze. My body still, my hands stretched out. Like a lifeless object drifting on the water surface, I am drifting pointlessly. I might as well be dead. However, the rare blink of my eyes suggests otherwise. I lie still- and lifeless. Let the gentle waves drift me in whichever direction they please. I will not protest. I will not. No.