ever so often, so occasionally i find myself slipping comfortably back into my little retreat, a shell in which i have come to call home. i call out to you to come and join me, you don’t listen. i am screaming, but you can’t hear me. it is as if i am a hollow vessel and an empty head. i am always wishing that i could be more than what i am but this is all that i can give. and so i retreat for i would rather give nothing at all than to give something that is destined to fail, because why shoot for the stars when you know you are simply going to fall back to earth?