UCIEKAM!

Grey water pulls you down, as if it knows something more. There is no drama in it, only a strange calmness, as if drowning is sometimes more useful than staying afloat. Your pulse matches the rhythm of the current, words dissolve in the cold glare - and it even becomes beautiful. Where the air ends, tenderness begins. And even if everything breaks, someone still looks ‘tak bardzo ładnie’ - and that's enough to swim back to where people drown, but feelings remain.