old socks.
old socks with worn out holes. washed too many times & the whites been faded gray. grass stains from spontainious races in the backyard. some dust from sliding across the kitchen pretending to dance. comparing feet with friends and family, always being the smallest. so many memories in such an inanimate object. nothing but warm feet protectors; toaster ovens for your gliders at night and comfort in your shoes during daylight. all this, thrown away so fast. holding so much but tossed so fast because it's not the same as new. worn in is better than new.. holes are ok. i don't think you understand that.. i don't want to be your pair of socks. just replaced.