Imagination in Motion
Imagination
In Motion
There are a million to a billion fish in the sea, but the only fish I see is you, drifting up the currents and down with the flow. I may be a clownfish and you another purse of beauty, but I feel your gills swimming to the movement of my tail swing. I try to mouth beautiful words to you, but all that comes out are gulps, like I'm fresh out water. I know. I can tell that I'm the right type of clown for you, whether I'm small, tiny or just afraid. I know you're the right type of fish for me, to match my stripes and smooth my layers.
Give me your fin and I will lend you my life. There won't be a Nemo to find another than us two in a cave full of planktons side by side.
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