When its so far away, it becomes unimaginable. And what's far away might also be nearer than you think. We get that impression that 'far away' might mean that its unreachable. But far away might mean just a little over a metre away, when something you desire is just out of reach. That's precisely what's happening. The feeling of being moored to a post and trying valiently to swim away but cannot. The water is rising. You panic. You see your other friends breaking away, free, from their rope which is tying them down to the post, and you realise that you can possibly drown in the process. Scream? Alright. You scream. Then some kind-hearted souls try to pull you out, to cut the rope. But the rope is too thick. You feel yourself suffocating, your head becoming heavy with water as the only gasp of air you try to inhale turned a gulp of water. At this juncture, you have 2 options. To continue fighting, or to give up and let nature take its course. You choose the former. With little hope, you make a last ditch attempt to sve yourself from the rising tides. You watch, as the rope snaps free, leaving you with long cord around your neck. As you rise up, is it relief that washes over you, or is it just the water? Breaking the surface of the water, you begin a long, long journey forward.