i used to have a home
a shell for a home, where i'd spend my days in glee, ever hidden from the scorching rays of the sun and the watchful eyes of predators
as time went on i removed myself from the shell,
exposed myself to the sun,
and the predators,
and the world around,
and found, to my surprise, that the world was beautiful
is beautiful
trees, leaves, grass, sky, sun, moon, clouds, people
that the world outside my shell was a beautiful, wonderful, fantastic place
often times, beauty is so strong that it hurts
sometimes there's only so much beauty you can take at once
sometimes you fill up, you get scared
sometimes i want to run back
and so
i'm in my shell again
and if it feels like i'm pulling back from you -- i am
and if it feels like i'm hiding from you -- i am
and if it seems like i'm hesitant -- i am
and if i smile a little slower, laugh a little slower..
it's just my shell
