Oct. 24, 2016
I have had an empty shell be my home.
I have seen my shell exist in a social situation–It was the saddest thing to see.
I have watched my shell bounce from place to place;
It was searching for a home, a place to feel blissful.
I found a home, nice and warm, made my empty heart swell;
Homes never last long, but my shell was weak and for once I stayed to be its home.
My vessel, was the only home I ever needed.
