A shell like an egg shell. A shell like a potato shell. An orange shell. A shell like skin.
I am a shell. I am a skin. Skin that covers me. That protects me. ...Does it really? Protects me? From what? But I always feel the cold, this coolness, that chills me to the bone. From pain? But I feel it. Why am I skin? Why am I shell? What if I wouldn't be?
For example, an egg. What if egg was without the shell?
Then it wouldn't be an egg, right? And I wouldn't be skin, right? Skin is everything. Shell is everything.
There's life in it. It borns in it. Inside of me is life.
Hello, I am a SHELL.
