I got new shoes.
Now, I just need places to go in them. I’ve been with nothing much to do these past few days, just a couple of movies, seeing old friends. I’m starting to think I should just get up and walk somewhere, anywhere. Walk away from problems, walk away from drama, walk far away from everyone else’s expectations and disappointments. I don’t find anything wrong with my current lifestyle, but some virus always seems to force itself into my happy, occasionally dull, system. Then after puking hatred and annoyance, I’m left with the disgusting aftertaste of guilt. How is it that some people - who have done so much wrong and caused so much pain - feel no guilt? How can they feel nothing after terrible deeds when I’m writhing and overwhelmed by it over things so minuscule and small. I can have a little piece of paper fall past the garbage can and have to go back a block to pick it up because of the knots that form in my stomach. I wonder, if my sensitivity to this monster make me more susceptible to disease? The virus that causes all discomfort and unhappiness. It sucks your well dry. And all you’re left with is darkness.
These shoes were made for walking in, but where can I go when I can’t even see what’s in front of me.