serenity

there is a fish waiting in the sea. a fish waiting to catch another fish. the fish doesn't know it's a fish. it doesn't know it needs to catch another fish. the fish is just floating, moving its fins gently in the sea currents. its scales shine in the light coming through from the surface. the fish doesn't know this. it just floats there, shimmering, unknowing, waiting for the other fish. and when it comes, it will know exactly what to do.