Drifting away from shore

You’re drifting away from shore. You’ve practised ventriloquism for so long your cries sound like someone else’s. I can hardly make out your features. You’re not flailing yet, but I know the currents are strong. I got caught in them once, and I’ll build a fortress out of honest isolation before I let anyone tempt me out there again. Don’t look back for help. Turn around and search the horizon for the banks of your fake Jericho while you still can.