the end.
It is better to drown than to float, glide down and not struggle.

Crush your tiny lungs with pressure, with peace.

With love and the sparkle of those underwater jewels.

To see the coral reefs, rather than the sky, there are more colours than blue.

Let the salty water purify you, a final baptism with no one to pull you up.

To sing with mermaids instead of making contact with the sun.

Like Icarus you fall, fall, fall but Apollo won't weep for you.

Like everyone he is too beautiful to cry over you, but you've seen better.

After all, the sun maybe pretty but he is nothing compared to the deep.

What is heaven when the unknown is more exciting?