Ticking of the Hourglass

Got myself a new pair of shoes. One of those sneaker type thingies. Or is it one of those flipfloppy thingies? Anyway it's helping me breathe easier. It really is amazing what a good night's sleep and a new perspective can do. I've begun appreciating the new shoes. I think I can deal with all types now. From the brand new shiny ones to the really old, faded, torn and well worn ones. From the sharp stilettos to the blunter wedges, from the strong boots to the flat ACGs, from Oshos to ballerinas. I think I'm beginning to understand them all. Some just fit like a charm. Some you need to break in. And some, no matter how much you try and want, will never as good on you feet as they did on the rack. Perhaps that's where they are best appreciated and appreciate I will. =)



I love how I frustrate me,
I love how I rarely see.
I'm still chasing my tail,
Still waiting for my mail.
I love how I still manage to shock,
I love how I load and lock.
I'm still dancing in the sand,
As the hourglass flows in my hand.

Damn I think I have forgotten how to write. I have no words. So I think I'll just borrow someone else's.

"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." Jack Kerouac