to die

A girl once asked me what it felt like to die.
what if felt like to feel life and soul slip away through your eyes,to see the world become a starless night.
To feel an eternal cold.
She asked me by a lake,with our feet dangling over the side.

She was dressed in shades of aqua and brown,and her eyes were deeper than the lake that filled our horizon.
What does it feel like to die?
Going home,I said.I think dying feels like going home.
I think dying feels like floating in water thats the same temperature as you,in a lightless place which could be a bathtub or an ocean
I think it feels like your entire body shrinking down to a solid pebble that lies at the centre of your heart.
I think dying feels like living in reverse.
I told her these things,and she nodded.

If dying were like the things you described,it cant be so bad.she said.
I would very much like to die.To feel those things.

And she leaned forward and fell over into the lake.She hit the water with a deep booming sound.
And i sat there,waiting for the next girl,and the next question and the next lake.