The Shell Living grows round us like a skin to shut away the outer desolation For if we clearly mark the furthest deep we should be dead long years before the grave. But turning around within the homely shell of worry discontent and narrow joy, we grow and flourish and rarely see the outside dark that would confound our eyes. Some break the shell… I think that there are those who push their fingers through the brittle walls and make a hole…and through this cruel slit stare out across the cinders of the world with naked eyes they look both out and in, knowing themselves and too much else beside
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 11:58:19 +0000
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