Pure beauty.

She. Sitting in her dingy shell and Waiting for some better days. Outwardly surrounded by incrustation. Apparently safe. She. Her crust is her refuge. Tender and pleasant, still Not worth showing up. So vulnerable, but also So protective. She. She doesn’t know, what she’s doing. Can’t realize how valuable she is. She’s trying so hard to hide. Pure beauty. Her heart is like a pearl. She. She could be a Daisy herself, Instead of being Mollusc.