Sometimes you're somewhere else,
somewhere new, on an adventure.
Far from the maddening mundanities
of the daily grind.
In times like these, I view myself as a fish,
or some kind of aquatic creature at least.
One that's smart, fast, daring
and curious.
Reaching out into the great unknown
to grasp at something intangible,
there yet not. Something that licks your
fingertips with volts of static kisses.
I coil and envelop myself in this new life,
pulling it towards me and exploring it fully.
New place, new town, new time, new tongue.
New me.
Sometimes this change affects me
in unexpected ways. Changing my outlook,
Colouring the distant hills with rainbows,
dinosaurs, and King Kong.
Sometimes it leads me to new waters,
new trenches that I can fall down,
shipwrecks that can be witnessed
and avoided.
But sometimes you're just simply alone.
Lost in the open ocean
(a liquid desert)
with no sign of shore.
In these depths,
nothing is clear and everything blends.
One moment dodging a school of fish
the other is in a strange city of a faraway place.
Sometimes striving
often just surviving;
always with the threat of being
swept away from the sea floor.
To be served on a plate
with no lips,
no taste, and no ties
—wiggling to escape.
As the one eating you feels
only the burn of the wasabi as
they chew the gummy-brain-like
limbs of another of their kind.