Words of Advice Words flow from the mouth of a gregarious friend towards the ears of a sagging man. This rough river runs with intentions to save, to uplift a sunken mass from the stony bed on which he lies. Like any drug, there can be unintended side effects: drowning, for one.
Inevitably, a river becomes an ocean. A spill becomes vast, beyond vision. The beach is meant for play, but this void does not harbor such good will. Wave after wave crashes on the dark surface as flecks of white foam get flung to the sides. Moment after moment, a continuous rise and fall.
To one man's eyes, these waters are refreshing: a cool dose of reality. From the view of another, they submerge all surroundings in an icy stasis. It's hard to breathe underwater. But the former would not go for a swim himself. He is content to sit by the shore, gazing at those who drown under the weight of his words.