After the breakdown.

Post breakdown, you can summarise yourself alittle better. Alittle more translucent, alittle less stubborn. No I wont insist anymore, that I think I know best...wind the rope down, and I'll let my anchor sink now. Alittle further into this sea, of you, of me, of everything else in between. And I'll apologise with all the sincerity I know. And I'll untie the ropes and I'll walk in alone now, alittle further into this sea, of swells, of swarms and every other high and low. Dancing shadows and all our old haunts, these are the melancholic scenes. But its after the breakdown now. Sing slow, swim low. J