Island Dreams

Writing takes a lot of physical strength. Words take a lot of muscle. Here the water is the terrain where I walk. The water is the street. The air I walk in is water. I have it all over me. I am soaked always. In the fishbowl there is no difference between water and sky. The fish who follows me is old and the other fish point and gossip and call him a drunk.

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