sometimes i think too much. at that moment i get lost in my thoughts.
that feeling scares me, but it also comforts me.
i think of all sort of things. material things.
like shells. what are they?
do they sleep?
do they eat?
do they belong to anyone?
and why are so many of them broken?
doesn't that hurt?
shells have feelings too, right?
oh yes, i bet they do!