"only this water..."

and I'm only begging for it not to end. and each time I'm gonna ask for one step further, I'm gonna promise this time my hunger will be satisfied, though it's so not true, not true.
the truth is that I fear there won't be enough speed and patience. that routine will eat away all the bliss. that lack and absence will once again sit back with their whale bodies, taking all our time and thought.
and you seem so distant, it makes me feel there's no point walking or talking at all. I choose the hibernation mode. perception kept at a minimum. I keep my hands down, but with my fingers crossed. for us.