There are tons of fish in the sea.

See, see?

There they go, swimming past me.

Red, Blue, Rainbow Trout me.

Eyes Agape, Scales a Peelin', Gills just Feelin' Breathin' Air?

Breathe in. Breath out.

Sightless eyes, Stop. Stare.

Without Care. Without Hope or Emotion.

No ocean, No lotion, Dry. Desert. Cracked. Parched.

Scaly Lizard slithers by my feet.

The waves of heat radiate from the street.

Middle of the road?

Lukewarm?

No.

I am Hot that's Cold.

Mercury rises from Queen to Sky to Grave to Apple Pie.

I am the American Dream.

Waste not. Want not. Hope not. Expect not.

From nothingness I came.
To nothingness I will return.

Remember my name?

Maybe you will, someday.