“I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.”

“Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.”

“If a tear fell from my eyes,Each time I wished you were with me, I would have an ocean shore outside my door.”

“I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.”

“I start to feel like an empty canvas under the hands of Michelangelo. No! Like a swimmer who's gone out to far in the ocean being pulled back to shore by a fashion lifeguard.”

“I am the daughter of Earth and Water,And the nursling of the Sky;I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;I change, but I cannot die.For after the rain when with never a stainThe pavilion of Heaven is bare,And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleamsBuild up the blue dome of air,I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,And out of the caverns of rain,Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,I arise and unbuild it again.”