My simple pair of shoes show my status or class to people. To me, they show the numerous places I have ran and walked ; withered, tattered and worn out, trying to protect my little feet.
My shoes have my memories and I have a difficulty in letting my memories go.
I will hold onto them until I am tired and I am worn out of these thoughts.
“This is why I don’t bother with the comments that people tell as they are too small to make my mind propel.”