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walking fish
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2003-12-11 12:23:29 (UTC)

the story of the walking fish (2 of 17)

I always lie on my bed, and try to touch the sky. (In my
daydream I am always lying under the wide sky.) Always, I
wonder what’s beyond the clouds… there must be a beautiful
palace, angels and fairies around, the air would smell like
vanilla, creamy sweet and feathery soft.

And then I become a fish, with golden-orange scales,
looking up the water and wondering, what’s up over the
surface…

Left and right
To and from
Up… and up, and up, and
Finally, reach out of the surface; take a breath, and
another breath.

Sky (blue)
Clouds (white)
Air (?)
Water (blue)
Fish (myself, golden-orange)

And then, I come back again.


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