Inspire me.
The night I lost the will the fight is the night I lost the will to write.
I'm waiting for the Electrician, or someone like him.
Electrify me.
I am an apathetic goldfish, slowly dying in a plastic bag full of deflated desires that a little girl with fragile hands left on the trolley.
When she gets home and the excitement of the carnival dissipates she will realize she left me behind and she'll cry and run to her mother screaming, she will mash her frail little hands against her eyes.
"Mommy! We have to go back. I left my Goldy on the trolley! She's going to be so lonely! She's going to die!"
Mother will hug Little Girl and say, "Don't worry sweetie, it was only a goldfish."
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