If you want to shout out to the world, but stopped suddenly, you want to crawl back into your conch and become a hermit. You want to rely on the hands of time to get you through the day, you want the earth to rumble so you can travel to whichever god-forsaken place you need to be. And somehow you just can't get out of yourself for another person, and it sucks like hell because you wanted it to be perfect, but it all goes back to the cycle of wanting-not receiving-not giving.