Decisions

Dark was the water; cold was the shore.

As the sleepy fish swam through the oily and dark ocean they wondered, quietly, what will be made of themselves. Where would this salty streams lead them? How about the ones that left the crowd? There were many things to think about and so little time to decide.

The places they'd see, the people they'd meet, the smiles they'd greet, and the lips they'd kiss. It was hard to think all these.

So, they just swam, knowing not what to come.

Maybe it was better this way.