thoughts from august fifteenth, twenty seventeen in spain: “shells”

video: https://youtu.be/UB0HyOLeLiU

sitting on my counter is a jar of shells

from beaches far and wide, trips to exotic places
where the view is always different but the waves sound the same
sitting on my counter is a jar of shells
not just any shells, perfect shells
only perfect shells, not the kind with cracks down the middle or pieces broken off
no one wants a shell like that
sitting on my counter is a jar of shells
that we have spent hours searching for
each one of us holding them up with pride -‘this one is perfect’ we say
until we find its imperfections
no shell is perfect we say, but this one comes pretty close
and the search turns into finding the best ‘almost perfect’ shell that we can find
sitting on my counter is a jar of shells
and sometimes i feel like the only broken shell in a jar of perfection
the one that is cracked down the middle, the one with pieces broken off
the one that you hold up to the light before throwing it back into the sand
buried deep where no one will find it, because no one wants a shell like that
no shell is perfect, yes, but we still don’t keep the broken ones
sitting on my counter is a jar of shells
that remind me i’m still searching for perfection
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