My Shell

Something inside me needs to change.
A realization must be made.
I need to understand it.
The shell of me, take it off.
I am underneath it.
I will be there.
I am changing inside it,
but you cannot see.
As I change,
seconds move faster.
As everything changes,
time moves faster.
Time is not linear.
My shell is not stagnant.
It changes alongside me.
It is a dangerous thing.
We are at a dangerous time.
It is what it is.
It keeps changing though.
I am not sure I know what it is.
It is the thing that happens again.
The first thing.
The last thing.
My shell will protect me from it.
This is where I am.
This is where I left my shell.
I came back just in time to get it.
I was so worried.
I cannot believe no one took it.
Why did I leave it here?
I must have forgotten it.
Crazier things have happen.
Crazier things will happen.
Growth will happen.
Only savages will remain.
Only the meek will remain.
Everyone in between, well,
they have no say in:
what concerns meaning's portrayment.
They have no say in anything.
I only think that is the case.
I am so sorry.
Thank you.

[@ethanrocha8803]

ah yes, my favorite: the sounds of the damned

[@xd-zs7eh]

WE WILL BREAK OUT OF OUR SHELL AND TRANSCEND TO OUR HIGHEST SELF BROTHER