that's when she picked me up in her claws and flew across time

the blinds of time will dampen the brightest suns.... swimming across the river seemed worth because someone promised something on the other side.... you don't remember what it is except that it cannot be bought by gold.... by the time your arms are giving up and you are gasping for air, The Fish tells you that you live on an island in a lonely planet and what you are looking for is looking for you.... as your finned friend lazes past, the promise of water in your lungs pumps adrenaline.... you thrash the water harder, hope for wings, gills, time and finally an easier death.... as you sink, a dry leaf in fall, the wavy brightness of a lonely star fades away slowly, like a warm goodbye....