‘Only Clinging On (Shell Game)’
Tiny mussels and barnacles, thousands of them, cling to a rock in the sea, which in turn is enveloped in the tide’s swirl.
Fragility plays relentlessness in this particular shell game.
Sometimes I feel like one of those small molluscs or crustaceans, insignificant and only clinging on to life.
Those are the days that you hold on to whatever hope you have, and it doesn’t matter what it is…