a scorpion and a crab.

how many times must it be this way again?

would you prefer to be stung or pinched this time round, little fish -

without hard shells or venom, your only survival defense is your masked exterior,

which must remain undetectable to this practical world.

your little conjured world of fantasy have to end,

it has to stop today.

yet the day when a piscean stops dreaming is the day when she ceases to be one.

and the day when she stops having the conflicts within herself is the day when she lets herself go.

little fish, little fish,

what would you do?