We feel the cold lifeless stones under our feet as we swim through our cage. Swim through the cage that we live in, the cage we sleep in, the cage we are locked inside of. The stones are the perfect thing to resemble all of our feelings, cold, lifeless, and the one we all have but it isn't a feeling, NUMB. we are goldfish. But are we?we are human? What are we?
We feel the warm inviting carpet under our feet as we walk through our home. Walk through the home that we live in, the house we sleep in, The house we are free in. The carpet is the perfect thing to resemble our feelings, inviting, warm, and the one we all have that isn't a feeling it is bigger, HAPPY. We are humans!
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Goldfish
General FictionWe are all Goldfish, we all live miles under the water we call air. We don't notice it but we are all goldfish until we aren't .
