Shoes

I don’t like shoes, I never fit them. And I’d tread lightly on thickened skin. but It didn’t scare me, I held only myself. And grasped on to my own limbs, another drink please. Peace to my maker. And bliss to all lovers in forms of the wild with four legs, and a healthy soul. I knew at that moment, I wasn’t getting old. And that id live forever, cause im always seen. And I would be forever in other dimensions living in my heart. Following my heart. For I trusted only her.