Shells

Feeling a bit hollow, a vessel without the life force. Disgarded husk, a shell that occasionally glitters to a certain few discerning souls.

Passion, motivation, determination swept away, a grain at a time with the crashing waves. I should be...I could be... wjy am i not...I am being no match for these ominous unknowns sometimes,  like undertow pulling me towards suffocation.

Must remember, these chambers spiral down, tragedy would be ending at the surface moreso than containing the rings of depth. Nautilus, twisting to ever changing levels deepest, darkest corners are those in which I am unashamed to just be..