The current feels faint nowadays, as if it were running dry. My soul is in a constant paradox, like an ocean made up of contradicting seas crashing against each other, unable to reconcile their varying densities. And so I find myself sitting here in the dark, with a river of city lights sprawled out in front of my aching body, creating waves in the back of my heavy eyelids; and all I am feeling within this fragment of drowning reality are my feet wanting to propel me to the depths of this vast, dim brightness. Forgive me, but a part of myself wants to dive in, if just to see whether it would swim or sink. I know, though, that even if I did, I still wouldn’t find you at the bottom, because I know that you are already adrift somewhere else.