Nonetheless, bitter

Do you ever wish that you could be something else? A leaf in the wind, the shadow of your lamp, the first kiss of a fragile soul? Nonetheless, you are only a fly captive under a glass on your table.

I’m wearing some old shoes, an old pair of converse that I’ve glued many times by now
I wore them as many times I stumbled upon my own thoughts
they are sticking out, what can I do?
I tried to jump over them, but they grew into bigger, scarier, uglier thoughts
I tried to change them, instead of,, should I die?’’ I thought,, let’s go for a walk, shall we?’’
instead of cutting, hitting, burning
I thought
‘’let’s shower and then sleep for at least this one night’’
But while taking the walk,
I stumbled again
in the shower too
I said to myself, there’s clearly a problem with my shoes!
So now I’m wearing cowboy boots
Brand new, dark maroon with golden strings
And I stumble, stumble, stumble
I tried to forgive them
to be kinder to myself
but I fell
maybe the problem it’s not the shoes.

Author's Note

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