Swordfish

Llama caught my eye. Wool is warm but scratching at my chin. Bells ringing not for me but for my sister. Neverland is always where you are. Dreaming of catching the moon however you are not explorerer. Explorerer like Columbus sail around the world proving it is not flat but round. Following the stars just to find his way to land. Isabelle paid him and she is not you. Bowing down before the greatness of a true explorerer a true man a true hero. Not a man like you. A man who is my father. A man who is not Tom.