crustacean thoughts

you're nothing but a hermit crab, sucking the life out of the shell that carries you through the world. until a shiny new one comes up and you slide your slimy body to yet another hole.
and the funny thing is that your hard spot doesn't really belong to you. you borrow your strenght from what surrounds you and keeps you safe. a barrier, a point of entry and a filter to the outside world, all rolled up in a concentric aglomerate of calcium.
keep dwelling in the bottom of the ocean, unaware of the perils and wonders above. never stopping to realize what's this really all about.

just remind yourself that empty shells are much easier to crack...