Shells
The days are getting noticeably shorter,
I know I'm going to soon regret it,
but I'm actually liking the idea of longer nights.
I take comfort in knowing that the world is asleep around me
I feel like time stops, and along with it, all the expectations of life.
All the shit I'm tangled in ceases to exist, and I can just be me.
But at the same time it can be awfully lonely
I prefer to be alone,
but I like to know that there are people in arms reach,
should I choose to contact them.
Do you ever feel like you've been ripped out of your shell,
paraded around,
then you're tossed on the ground
and you have no idea where your shell is
so you scamper day to day, through sand, stone and occasional waves
wishing you had that familiar cage wrapped around you again.
I know I'm going to soon regret it,
but I'm actually liking the idea of longer nights.
I take comfort in knowing that the world is asleep around me
I feel like time stops, and along with it, all the expectations of life.
All the shit I'm tangled in ceases to exist, and I can just be me.
But at the same time it can be awfully lonely
I prefer to be alone,
but I like to know that there are people in arms reach,
should I choose to contact them.
Do you ever feel like you've been ripped out of your shell,
paraded around,
then you're tossed on the ground
and you have no idea where your shell is
so you scamper day to day, through sand, stone and occasional waves
wishing you had that familiar cage wrapped around you again.