The shell at the beach sat under the dry, hot sand. It's sharp edges cuttinh whoever may step on it just like a knife. Leaving a little wet, red drop of blood on it. Waiting to get picked up and kept in a collection of beautiful, pricesless shells. Or sucked back out into the deep, beautiful sea. But sadly it just sinks deeper in the beach sand as if it was quick sand.

Book

I'm like a book, you can judge me by the cover or open me up and get to know a little more. You might be using me for the knoledge I hold, or because you like what you see on the outside. Sometimes it feels like you're not even listening. Sometimes before I'm even finished you throw me aside and move on to the newest thing. You say I'm old fashion , but I say I'm classic. You say newer is better, but I say older is whiser. I also have chapters in my life. They are intersting and some are dall. There are big ones and little ones. Sometimes the little ones are the most importent.