now when i can, i won’t wear my shoes
so I can feel the earth under my feet
as much as possible, before I reach my defeat.
so that they become brown and black with the dirt from the land I tread
I dont even care if it spreads to the sheets on my bed
I want to step on rocks, on gravel and on concrete that burns
so I can feel them hurt, feel their state suddenly turn
just to run to the soft grass and grained sand that protects them as they always have, swallowing them slowly, almost unknowingly.
at least I know its real
this Pain and this greatness I feel