I like it; yet, I don't like it at all. It is still, deep, ominous, frightening. It draws me in, and pushes me away. It appears to be moving towards me. It is severely reminiscent of death, of the Reaper. It is ceaseless, relentless. The dark beckons me to be enveloped by it; I want to be comforted by it. But I don't like the water. Never have much. I like it; and yet, I don't like it at all. - M. H.