Memories; childhood nightmares. The water is coming; walls of water, wide and hugely high. And then there is nothing. All what was dear and loved is gone. Why love and create something? If it all can disappear in seconds? Who am I? Why being at all, if not for the joy of creating and loving? Water asked me: “Please allow me to love you” Can you love what has destroyed you? Will it’s embrace kill me?
Does water has a heart?
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