The Fish

((its kinda silly, the fish, is entirely random enjoy:) ...))

The Fish
can swim freely
into the unending sea
of circular rites
of mystic miracles

The fish can run
can soar out of the murky blue
onto the depths of the land
and in the sand
gasp for breath

Oh What Love

Tumbling,
I, too, can throw my self
out of all reality
and gasps for breaths
that i've forefit in the race
I've gone too far ahead
that to turn back is pain

And yet, i know i must
my ears hurt too,
my veins show too
my tumor expands as i try to turn back
back to real life
back to the air

will you come with me
will you help me fight this hooked line
or will i end, belly up
in a silent sea of land?

~brittany