Fish don't swim in air, and they certainly don't have glowing eyes...

I was walking alone in the woods in Oregon, because I was supposed to wait for someone very important to me to get back, but fuck that, this was too unnerving.

I began to notice that the woods was becoming very bright, and for a split second of pure idiotic joy I believed, good God! He's back! I am not alone anymore, and then I realized... slowly,., my friend doesn't drive and would be arriving on foot, and there is nothing about on foot that screams, the woods will be filled with triumphant light. So I look around, and I realize just how alone I am, and it is not until those quiet moments, when you realize what the word alone truly means.

It is at times like that, that I realize how much it usually feels like I am just an appendage, not a full human being, because there is no such thing because ancient cultures are right and we are all just pieces, sad lonely fragments of a whole.

So all ranting aside, I am alone, screaming and crying, in a foxhole I live in, in my head. And I see it. The most absurd thing, a gigantic gold fish.

I instantly forgot about my friend, because fuck him, he deserted me anyway, and shit dude, we got woods gold fish(es) here!

I don't believe God built man in his image anymore, because I have felt the prescence of my creator a couple times and it has never been around crying children or lying addicts but gigantic fish who no longer need water,