“Water, Water Everywhere and Not a Drop to Drink”.

I saw the girl sitting down for minutes thinking of what to say. She had been trying to do this for long but always found it difficult to get her thoughts in order and emotions under control. “[It felt like] I had at last met someone  just like me.” “Many times I thought I need not speak – I looked at him and saw myself.”

“What do you mean?” “ We were breathing the same feelings, thoughts. I knew what was behind the look, the eyes and thoughts themselves, so I thought.”


“The waters turned dark and deadly when he left. I was bathing deep within them when they dried, when the air was no more. I choked on mud until I reached the surface, but that did not happen for a long time”.

“Now I see the eyes in my mind and the waters come to take me away. They are blue and full of light and warm just like the Caribbean  and I want to bathe in them again. But it seems that he is not there and the waters turn into mud again and choke all emotions and life out of me”.

(Inspired by “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”, S.T. Coleridge)

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