“I have so much depth you’d likely drown.”
So caught up in the meaningless and insignificant aspects of life that when you come up for air there won’t be any left. Reach for my hand, but as you grip it, you will feel that I won’t do the same. The water that you’re in is the depth of me and you won’t survive. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’d let you go and I’d let the waves silence your distress. Like due diligence towards the things that matter. Inhale the meaning and exhale your life. No goodbyes, just waves not by our hands.