recycled.

the night is lonesome.the moon is half full and it keeps me warm.how much can moonlight guide?if i could i would stay away from everyone and lay in my selfish shell of sleep;hibernate to wake up to a lifestyle void of past lacerations.is it possible?but fate has woven itself on my palm.it speaks much about loss,love,life.my shell is but made of cellophane.light shines through and i can shine...but not for ever and ever.