I dont write anymore..
No poetic words that flow through my brain ever make it onto paper anymore...
And that makes me sad.
I think it's true, what I said.
Even though it seemed like rambling at that time.
The thing that I said when I was dazed and trying to sound important...
It makes a lot of sense.
Sometimes you need shoes.
You can't always just say "Fuck it, I'm going out without shoes...I'm going out shoeless."
We can't always be that brave.
Not all the time.
I hate wearing shoes most of the time, which is why they are always kicked off every opportunity.
They hold me back in a way.
They confine me to the limits of my own body, when sometimes I just want to escape it.
Let my soul rupture through the pores of my skin and simply be alive and be free.
God, how I want to be free.
But, sometimes you need shoes.
You need that extra layer of protection from the pain and the cold of the outside world.
You cant simply step into a puddle of freezing dirty water, or run across that scorching blacktop, or step in that pile of dog poo.
You can't bear the extremes and the nasties of life.
But with a shoe on, it all seems somewhat more bearable...
Shoes are protection, both literally and figuratively.
And right now...I don't know if I'm strong enough to handle what you might say.
So I'm going to lace up those sneakers, or strap up those sandals, or slip on those heels.
And I'm going to try to listen to you, even if it makes me unhappy.
At least I'll be wearing shoes to keep me safe.
I think I need to
A) take my shoes and walk away from this, or
B) march my shoes right up to you and ask you what the hell is going on.
... but I've forgotten how to move.
And that makes me sad.
I think it's true, what I said.
Even though it seemed like rambling at that time.
The thing that I said when I was dazed and trying to sound important...
It makes a lot of sense.
Sometimes you need shoes.
You can't always just say "Fuck it, I'm going out without shoes...I'm going out shoeless."
We can't always be that brave.
Not all the time.
I hate wearing shoes most of the time, which is why they are always kicked off every opportunity.
They hold me back in a way.
They confine me to the limits of my own body, when sometimes I just want to escape it.
Let my soul rupture through the pores of my skin and simply be alive and be free.
God, how I want to be free.
But, sometimes you need shoes.
You need that extra layer of protection from the pain and the cold of the outside world.
You cant simply step into a puddle of freezing dirty water, or run across that scorching blacktop, or step in that pile of dog poo.
You can't bear the extremes and the nasties of life.
But with a shoe on, it all seems somewhat more bearable...
Shoes are protection, both literally and figuratively.
And right now...I don't know if I'm strong enough to handle what you might say.
So I'm going to lace up those sneakers, or strap up those sandals, or slip on those heels.
And I'm going to try to listen to you, even if it makes me unhappy.
At least I'll be wearing shoes to keep me safe.
I think I need to
A) take my shoes and walk away from this, or
B) march my shoes right up to you and ask you what the hell is going on.
... but I've forgotten how to move.