Again and again has your teal tide thrashed against the crevices of my mind. Beautiful; your voice melts over me in brilliant celadon waves and the sandpaper scratch of my hardened affection casts anchor in your heart. Can you feel it? Drifting upon your silken sea, I paddle with my ears so as to listen to the life-rhythm swelling in your chest. Everlasting siren songs belt inside my head and as I double check the knots in my spine, your tentacled reach is all but within my existence. From high to low, I finally wash up on the shore of your motivation and realize that your intent is only skin deep. Grab me, throw me over your starboard side so that I can break loose from this chaotic voyage through your mind. HELP ME! I scream. Just as I finally stay afloat, I am then flushed. Keeping sight of your wavering confidence, I finally set sail on an ocean of possibility. Longing, it seems, is a product of absence but through my isolation, your ship-shape ego is all but missed. Morning comes and I can already feel the salt dripping down my face. Nothing ever sails in faster than a realization it seems. Only time can tell, but as I piece back the driftwood of your memory, I recall that the past year has only been an opposite fabrication of what I wanted it to be. Putting it all away, bits of shell and sand leak out through my nose and I know then that not all of you is gone. Question your moored motives please. Release me from your outdated grip so that I can wade through my own myriad of drifting aspirations. Suppose that you did, would you crash into yourself and wish that I was beached on your broad chest of gold? Think about the direction you've lead me in, or check your damn compass for a change. Under a bridge of brick, I contemplate my next move. Voyages through the minds of others are not for the faint of heart but truly digging into someones motivation is harrowing. Wanting only to impress you, they will puff up and cast their masks to the wind. Xanthometers are barely usefull in this situation, especially when it comes to assessing YOUR true colors. You pompous asshole. Zenith of my soul, light my way to salvation.