The fish, like people, swimming in sync. All swimming around a tank disguised as magic- a world pretending to be beautiful. The only difference is the sense of indifferent certainty. The fish completely accept how small they are in the myriad of birth, death and evolution. We are doomed to question. I feel that they are accepting of futility rather than ignorant of it, as believed by most. The sharks are the most magnificent, they have power to destroy yet they live through peace- that is the most beautiful phenomenon of all. Most of us, all of them, seem unbothered by this perpetual routine. My eyes begin to mirror the contents of the salty tank, filling with magical mystery. He echoed my thoughts. The boy I am completely inlove with kissed me under a sky of turtles and whispering kelp. That moment exists with the few that convince me there is more than an ancient, repetitive cycle. He is alive with me. Believes that I am more than the half-life I am doomed to live. Always my first love to have awakened my belief in grace, my craving to live in the unconquerable light. Teal glow, shark shadows and moon-cold kisses.