You are telling me your story,
About a fisherman and the sea, I am picturing Hemmingway and his relationship with himself,
Lost at sea or do you prefer to to engulf in the waves?
Crushing you at the same time embracing you.
I am out there with you, battling the waves by your side, or so I thought I was.
You prefer to be a loner. I am no where in your toolset. Useless as I watch you rage against Neptune.
Your father and you.
I see how this goes. I see the horizon and the white noise of battle ring in my ears too.
We are engage in an old fight.
I to be your guiding light as you rage on.
When you start to steer away and focus your attention to picking at your ally, then I question your quest. I question your motives.
I question my sanity.
I’m done. This is not my fight.
I can not be both your safe harbor and your enemy.
It is time for me to pull away and head back to shore.