The bottom of the ocean is a silly place to be. Look at all these fish flitting around like multi-colored idiots. Do they really know where they're going while they prance around? Or are they like me, in a frenzy of meaningless activity punctuated by moments when I come up for air only to go right back down to do nothing important. It seems like I'm mostly surrounded by puffer fish these days. Ugly little creatures all fluffed up with self-importance. It makes me want to take a pin and go *pop*. Except why should I disturb the universe? So much better to just sit back and eat a peach. Only thing is, how can you eat peaches when you're drowning? I wonder how it came to this? When I'm all alone in a crowd so big I get tired smiling at all of them? When it's all about deciding whether to sink or swim, all-the-while wondering if swimming is really all that important? If flailing your arms around like a grace-less dancer trying to stay afloat and keep up with a crowd of clown-fish is more important than just giving up and floating gently down into the ocean floor debris, nestling in between pretty colorful coral. And just being at peace. Maybe with a peach. It annoys me that I'm struggling to breathe. It annoys me that all these silly fish are swimming circles around me, and all I can do is watch and wonder. And wait. For something to happen.
Maybe a Tsunami.