The fishes swim in the ocean. The birds fly high in the sky. The apes climb up in the trees. The stars are suspended in deep space. And I can be found somewhere, lost in the middle of it all.
My mind has been streaming through better adjectives, and saw-dusted puzzle pieces, and photographed frames, and the relative space between the universe and my direct location, and scissored out clippings of the newspaper. I very well would have liked to click my ruby-slippered feet three times, and skip down my yellow brick road towards what I call home-sweet-home, but instead, I lie in my bed and think about what I could have done better.
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