Fishbowl

I see all the fish out in the ocean, playing and laughing, falling in love, caring for each other... They hold each other when they are scared and they hug each other when they are happy... They kiss each other to show love and they protect each other... I once had a lost soul to love as well... we used to swim in a fishbowl, but promises of years after years are always fictitious for me..So here I am, in my neatly arranged bowl, sitting and staring at all the other fish out in the ocean.