Metazoa: Chordata

I've always thought I loved birds. They can fly, fly, fly to the sky so high and never fall. But they do. They fall. Owls, hummingbirds, seagulls, all of them. And I do like them sure, but I love fish. When I die, and if it was possible, I'd return as one. I love the sea, it makes me feel weightless. It hides me and comforts me. It used to lull me to sleep and it caught a lot of my tears. When I was younger, on our Sunday trips, I never wanted to leave even when I looked like soot. I'd pretend it was where I belonged. It was in the water that I first told my first story. It was where I lived my first story. And I have wanted to be a fish before, and have just now remembered. I've forgotten so much, and it makes me so sad. But when I do remember, it gives me a sense of hope that things really are okay, that the world isn't really that ambiguous, and life is still possible. This world isn't that small, but the ocean is huge. It swallows people whole, it has so many secrets. It holds many of mine. Fish belong in that ocean. They know it. They live in it. They are alive in that beautiful blue, and green, and clear. They show me that no matter how deep you go, it is still possible to rise above and feel the sun again. You can always go back.