I have too many feelings to talk about them. Standing at the top of the reservoir, looking down at the movements across the water. We drop stones, wait.
Today we swam together. Too nervous to put my head down, things lurk in these depths, if I close my eyes, do they go away? I swam side stroke and watched you. No funny business with our legs under the water this time.
How do you cross such a large body of water together? The drowning often pull their saviors down with them. But then who’s drowning? I've already lost track.
We should’ve bought that boat in Mexico.