A Shell of My Former Selves

earwig exuviae

Sometimes the shell is all that is left. Sometimes it has to be good enough whether it is or is not. Sometimes I wait for it to fade, in hopes of something better to be left behind, but a shell shed is always gone. It is waiting in vain; it is waiting for my departure when I have failed to realize that I have arrived.

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