the stretch between two lives, lonely. there is no friendship, no quarter, no companion in transition. a fish out of water, splashing from one water into a new one. a fish jumps alone, leaving behind its everything. it's a lonely jump, with a glimpse of both past and future currents. and all it can do is hold its breath. for the transition. so lonely that it's lost on it. lost on it, the fact that for a moment, it is flying.
