while chatting yin said "actually we are like snails..."
at first i could not make head or tail out of this...but yess it does make sense...
we are like snails...
who suck the tears and the pain and the baggage up inside our tiny shells...
and then when we are relaxed and slithering around...
we leave behind a glittery wake...
some people also call it poems/blogs/stories...
but ultimately it is mucus...sticky, slithery slime...
better gotten rid of than kept in...