Drinking a cup of coffee, on some of the peaceful light mornings, in front of a piece of paper the brush forgot to use the inks and dived into my almost too sweet coffee, for a touch of a background change.
The morning my coffee met the amount of sugar the brain calls insane; a brown thick syrup sweetened the unpleasant taste left behind by the killing of an innocent fish. Fresh and tasty one. I hoped its "spirit" reached the heaven of fish; after all, it accomplished its mission to feed me in more than only one way.
Waves of musing life on which a stringed fish carries what's left of the memory of some strangers. A Silhouette splashes its sighs singing from deep inside for some adventures.
Some fish struggled for their lives before the takes, but in the end they got nice looks and more than their original colors. They also found the sounds of the sizzling waters and their life giving powers amazing and useful.
I confess, I couldn't eat the fish after all this. I took their struggling too hard.
Thank You for Watching!