engulfed in your curious wonders; your thoughts about what they're doing, you realize that in a sea of fans, you're one fish.
you're that one fish that can't actually swim--so instead you drown. everyone's so happy for them, but you want them to fish you out--to keep you, not them.
you then realize that you're one out of millions of those lucky fishes that they may not even fish out.
everyone is so mighty that they'll get picked out, but you want it to just be the two of you.
you're drowning.
- s
