A deep ocean

I look at him and he reminds me of the ocean. He's got the same calm and the same rage. His eyes show a journey of suffering but also of wisdom and experience. His words are only based on sound and good judgment eluminated by that of a higher power. His scars tell their own stories of how life took him right and left. I always wanted an older brother like him to guide me through life but the more we spoke which was rare, the more fearful I got. I feel am read like an open book and it makes me uncomfortable to be so well understood by someone who feels like I ve barely known and only met a couple of times. The ocean is mysterious and so is he, with its depth and shallowness, with its uncertainities and unknown but for sure its serenity can make even the most complexed of people feel at peace with themselves if only for a moment. I don't know what he thinks of me and for some reason I care. I wonder how he perceives me and whether he values me just the way I am or if he thinks am putting on that mask everyone puts on when they wanna hide or runaway from reality. I think he knows too much and knows too well for anyone to be able to wear that mask. Only time will tell