Estate Sales & Entropy

the sound of a seashell can be soothing– not in the way it mimics the waves, but more so in the sickly chaotic beauty of how a shell's elegant composition prevents the air from leaving. unable to escape, the air vibrates so ferociously in anger at its helplessness that it ricochets its frustrations upon the shell's innards. sometimes the noise is so overpowering that it gets hard to hear anything else and the waves sobbing in my ear engulf everything and my head submerges, the weight of saturation is wrenching me towards the bottom, scarcity of the future hereafter thrashes my chest so defiantly and suddenly, suddenly i can't breathe and suddenly, suddenly i'm in the shell, i'm in the shell and i can't leave and i'm trying to breathe and i need to leave i need to leave but i don't know how,

i just uselessly vibrate against the walls.