Bunny Blight (September 2015)
by Andrew Barranca
The fish is dead.
All that remains is his memory.
The will to survive is only a starting point for a lust for life. Happiness is not destroyed by strife it is solidified. Fish swim because they have to. They have no other means, but we can fly, swim, and ride all because we dream of something more than just survival.
There is a ghost in all of us waiting to come to life. When our ghost comes to life we are no longer haunted by our fear of an end. Instead that inevitable end pushes us further.
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