To fish

2019. 9. 15. Sunday. Sunny.

Hello, fish 🐟? You live in sea and I live on ground yet here we are. You would have swum deep wide sea. You would have eaten various fish smaller than you under the sea. Have you seen many things? Have you traveled world enough? You would’ve endured rough waves 🌊. Could you sleep in the stormy sea? Weren’t you scared of dark sea? Have you met sharks 🦈? It must have been extremely scary. But you escaped from it. You might had to leave your friends and siblings behind. Were you sad? Were you relieved? You may have been through many risks. Who could know that you’d end up like this. You must have been starving. You swallowed easy food. Did your friends stop you? Did they think you’re stupid? Maybe you were too hungry. Hunger might have made you blinded. You couldn’t see thin fishing line. You couldn’t see oddly shiny metal. Or you were starving to death so you didn’t care. Did you have a dream? What was your next destination? What was your purpose for life? You could see outer sea. Was it your dream? If so, was it worthy to die?
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