A Shell is not a Refuge

I’ve spent most of the last year in a shell, keeping my problems to myself. I like it better that way. At least that’s what I tell myself. But once I escape my shell, even for a short while, it becomes apparent that my shell has become diseased. Fostering a desolate environment where life slowly loses its value. I don’t care a whole lot about … Continue reading A Shell is not a Refuge