Here we are: me and abyss. And the waves that sweep me like debris and keep my head under the water. I can’t breath! Where is the surface? Am I swimming in the right direction? My lungs are about to explode. There is silence all around, and the darkness bellow my feet. Should I throw the air remaining in my lungs? I can’t breath! I can’t hold it anymore, try to breath. It hurts, it chokes me. I need air! Where is the surface? Everything is fading. Is that your hand? Hold me!