
After years of running upstream, I feel it's just getting fucking unbearable. Where once there was a current, I only found roadblocks. I push my head against the cold concrete surface just to break my scales. I jump to gain perspective with desperate twists.
What happens if my generation must fail? If I can't fulfil my purpose? Will I die in open waters? Another desperate body pressing against its confinement, quietly birthing our decaying corpses.