You’re not lost. Not yet.
You’re just waiting for someone else to find you.
You want them to recognize what you are, and relay the message.
Music and movement open you up for seconds, minutes, maybe even hours…
And then you return to your oyster. Safe. Closed. Clamped shut.
Your friends call it turtling, because the world is a scary place, and burying your chin into your shirt collar makes you feel safer.
You are terrified. And that’s okay.
You have no idea…
