Just a dream?

I am paddling in a boat. Alone. I am trying to paddle to the shore where I see you standing.

You. You are standing at the shore. You're looking at me. No. Even that I cannot be sure. You may be looking at me, or you may be looking at the distant horizons.

I am trying to paddle to the shore. The shore that you are standing on. The tides push me back, punishing me, preventing me from bridging the distance.

I push back even harder, paddling even stronger. Dare I venture to say with a power Hercules would be awestruck by. Every muscle in my body bellows with rage, single-mindedly inching the gap smaller.

I draw closer to the shore but you still seem to not have noticed me. I scream to gain your attention but I am met with nothing.

With each scream met with indifference, the waves seem to get powered up. Every muscle fiber trembles but I do not give up. I do not dare to give up. I do not want to give up.

Slowly,I get overpowered. I am swallowed whole by a last tidal wave. But all this time you do not notice me. Or, perhaps, you have chosen to ignore me.

I lose my boat and my paddle. I am beaten and broken. Every muscle is torn,ripped into pieces.

My heart crumbles and I break down. But all this time you still are preoccupied by something else.

I sink.