the shell

the shell is so inviting and safe. it is so much easier to delve into it. it is so much more comfortable to swim in it, alone. it is the only true provider of comfort in this world. no family, parents, siblings, friends can provide what the shell provides, true acceptance, total acceptance, it is like the air and atmosphere in it are made to help you lie down and awake to nothingness. a place where acceptance is complete, a place where the bitch called attention is at rest, a place where there is no need to prove, anything to anyone, a place where even you can be forgiving of yourself for a while.

i love my shell, and i love the walls of my shell. i have a long standing relationship with them. my shell provides me with comfort like no other. well i ain't a glue sniffer. it's just that it's in the air. the shell is where you can be alone, devoid of the world, away from it, there is only you and thus you understands you. there is emptiness, silence, mirth. manic laughter, everything for you, selfish, mindless, numbing, but comfortable is the word, beauty is just a part which never manages to be wholesome. [manic laugh]