Wore these shoes on and off for nearly eight years. Soles worn down enough to walk crooked. Tossed them today, but felt like I should’ve buried them.
They know where I’ve been, and by now where I’m going, but they can’t take me anymore.
Black Water by Timber Timbre.
Same wish.
Charlie, Jess, Ryan and myself. Hadn’t seen these ones in years. Didn’t even know Ryan and Jess lived here in Los Angeles. Charlie and I grew up together. Met the summer between fifth and sixth. We’ve grown a lot taller and wider since, but here we are, in the same picture. Can’t help but smile thinking about the all things we’ve done and lies I’ve told my parents to do them. But I always made my curfew. Was glad to see my friend.
When I got home with burning eyes and broken vision, wasn’t sure exactly why I got LASIK. Woke up fourteen hours later and out of habbit put my glasses on… Blurry as a soaked newspaper! All I could do was smile. Think even the birds were jealous right then.