i'm wading deeper into this than it appears and to think i thought you knew my fears when in actuality you applied yours to my image dressed me up in dire straights as if you could somehow relate but maybe you were always up there at the helm afloat on a sea you couldn't see let alone understand always with the option of steering portside for dry land while i am waist deep in what i cannot define you are nodding your head as if to imply that you know these waters as if you could guide me as if i were your daughter when in actuality you are drowning me in the wake you leave behind as you set your sights on the city of lights bordered my a beach of linear time
