Reflections of a Pisces

Last Breath

          When the end of life comes, we are never prepared. From the time I hatched from the soft shell of my egg, I only knew one thing, and that was that all I needed was water to survive. If I just had even a drop of it, I would be okay. I had thousands of brothers and sisters, a few I knew, and the majority dead, both physically and mentally. I never knew about my parents, and I didn't really care about that. As long as I had water, I could breathe, and I could live. But what was living really? Throughout my life, I've lived in a bubble, a glass bubble more specifically, where other weird fish with excessively long fins and large white teeth would smile and feed me flakes. I had shied away every time they came near, preferring the comfort of the water and the bridge where I sat under. This was all I knew, you know. The only thing I knew was that this was water, and now, as I lay here on the bare tile floor, surrounded by the remains of my bubble, I realized that  it owned me. No, I never had control of the water, it had control of me. From the moment I was born, I sold my soul to the water in hopes of it always keeping me alive. Now, I was paying the price of this deal.

        My chest rose up and down rapidly, trying to get air in, but it was hard being surrounded by this dry environment. My lips were floppy and dry, and they kept opening and closing to get air flowing into my dying lungs. There might have been some sounds, but I was engrossed by my impending to death to listen. After all, my deal with water was ending. Oh how I wished I could have had more time! I cursed the evil dealings of the water. If only I could see it again, ask if I could perhaps live for a bit longer, but then I would be in the same situation again.

       I wish I had known more about the world I lived in. Maybe it wasn't the water's fault that I was so secluded...Maybe it was mine. If I could go back, I would have met every single one of my brothers and sisters, I would have said hello to the weird fish outside of my bubble, I would have met others like and unlike me, and I would have been happy. I was not happy...And I still am not happy. There was this emptiness inside of me and I never filled it with anything worth mentioning. 

       It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe, and my small body was slowly shutting down. My eyes have stopped moving. It is only a matter of time now, so here are my final words to those listening, or maybe these are words to myself:

   

Water gave me life and protection, but it did not give me a life.