• Yet another wave goodbye is just yet another one lost. They've never gotten to the inner shells, anyways. The shell on the outside is all they care to see. Yet another person to leave, another abandoner. Added onto the string of those who came and left to seek a softer shell. The feelings just pull deeper, hidden, in all these shells, to protect. Drawn back, to save the weakness.
    Another wave goodbye, another bead on the string. No difference. Nothing can break the shell. The protection. Hide deeper. Save the insides from the sting, save what can feel. Shells have no feelings. Just another bead. No difference. Right?
    Another bead gone, another wave. Lost in the sea. A longer string is needed.
    Next bead. Shiny bead. Beautiful, vibrant bead. A softer shell is wanted. How is a shell softened? Bring my bead inside. Make it more beautiful. Polish it. Keep it. Keep it safe, on the inside. Protect the beautiful bead.
    Where is my bead? Where is my beautiful bead? I've lost it. It's lost. Another one to have my beautiful bead. I shined my bead. I protected it. Who has my bead? I miss my bead. Did it want to be lost? Is it just another bead? No, it's my bead. Only mine. I sting. Where is my shell? I'm scared. Exposed. I want my bead. I must protect it from the cold. It will tarnish. Its beauty will flee, and I will not love it. I want my shell. I must hide. The bead is lost, and the sting is unbearable. Must find my shell, cannot let the sting go on.
    My beautiful bead… It’s gone. Lost. Changed. It’s not a bead any longer. Misshapen. Broken. It’s gone. It’s not my bead any longer. The sting… it hurts. My shell… it’s shattered. It’s all gone. My beautiful bead… I don’t love it any longer.
    Another one gone, another one on the string.
    Pick up the pieces. Pull it all inside. Push it all away. Remake the shell. Seal it all away. Just… away.