I don’t understand your language anymore. It’s like I am looking at you from the depths of a muddy pond. How can I hear you from down there? Can you even see the surface with vision this blurry? How do we reach it?
Are you willing to take a deep breath and stay floating with me for a while for me to hear you?
Or are you committed to staying in the dark?
Will you stay even if I have to leave? With no good byes to be heard? No faces of regret to be seen.
Or will you follow me, and taste the light you seem so scared of?