In a dream I´m drifting in the sea. It´s dark and stormy. The waves push me beneath the surface and throw me in the air. The sea is a womb and the sea is a grave. The sea wants me. I´m afraid. Shall I die? Shall I wake up? Shall I learn to fly?
I see another person who´s drifting in the sea too. Our only hope is that perhaps we can save each other.
Into your hands I trust my spirit.