Birds can't fly! At least not in this place. Swimming, they delve into the air of opposite waters.
I shall learn to swim better, this grounded human animal I am. Interested no more in neutral lies.
As I swim onto the shores of a third distance, forward on my back, I stroke. While resting, I know my stamina is but a second sight, for things that are truly possible.
While heaven and earth speak of more opinions, we had gone against the grain because we thought we could fly!
So, my little BirdFish, how does one swim amongst the air? By having faith in this, the first heaven?
About the Creator
Hoyt Douglas Battles
The reluctant writer emerges from the thicket of discontent wanting to scold society for the lies and deceit.
Unsure of his methods, he embraces his individual excellence and immeadiately received an offer to publish his very first novel!
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