Trapped
More than ever I can hear my own voice,
reverberating through the crevices of my bones,
trying to burst out. However, when it eventually does,
all that comes out is a whimper.
I see weird things
I see fishes fly, above the mountains, very high, they pass through the clouds overtake the birds and vanish far away into the sky. I see fishes fly.
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