It feels so good; to crack the shells and be relieved of showing what has been hidden inside. Despite the thoughts it is not as good, as clear, as beauty, as nice or as loud as the others. Because as the crack opened, we're no longer need to hide it, or to be scared of what they think, or to be afraid to be the way it really is, or to be tired to pretend, or to be lost to not knowing what we really doing because after all this time.. it's not us.