When looking at me
see yourself
We’re not that different
Just reflections seen in another light.



Shell ✨🐚

Night has come,
and with it, the shadows
and the sorrowful moon.
I lie in bed and it's a little too silent.
I close my eyes, waiting for sleep,
but it always never comes.
You come to me in darkness
and I am reminded of a warmer time
so very far from where I ended up.
You are not here and neither am I,
at least the I that you remind me of
so very long ago, so very far from alone,
or maybe I always have been.

Anxiety,
it is born of the mind,
it racks my bones and
makes a home in
every fiber of
my being.

night rain sings softly
washes away dirt from day
lullaby to sleep



Shell ✨🐚