Not if you let yourself. . .not if we were . . .You would never let me down. You couldn't We'd get through it all together; we'd traverse the endless series of days like explorers in a ship made of time itself, its delicate sails moving easily through the churning water.
The volatile Nate describes his constant unhappiness and discontent with another lyrical simile:
I cant accept that my life disappears behind me like a retreating wave, never to be seen again.To read my review see: www.curtainup.com/delicateship15.html