Someone once told me that if you stuff your mouth with glitter and walk out into the sea that you could breathe.
I choked.
I am a foolish boy.
Somewhere I once read about a man that grew tentacles out of seashells buried in the sand.
My garden is barren.
I am a foolish boy.
Once a mermaid kissed my cheek and promised that I could swim.
I drowned.
I am a foolish boy.
