Relationships flow like water in and out of my soul.
The dynamics rise and fall like the ebb and flow of the ocean tide
The surface seems calm while the currents churn up the ugly depth as the undertow pulls you in deeper and deeper still
Unable to resist, you surrender to its predictable tide you read, like the clock on the kitchen wall, whose round face mocks out its minutes, for whom the bells tolls.
You and I fully know.
