Honest. Real. Truth. I'm not feeling it. Any of it. I don't want to find something to write in my journal or share something on my blog. I'm tired of teachers acting like they care and students acting like they don't. It's summer outside but we're all still wearing black and writing essays. We're letting shoes inspire us when it should be the hot pavement against the bare dirty bottoms of our feet that draw the words out.
Listen real close, and I'll tell you something.
People have never looked at what your feet were wearing and tomorrow they won't either. It doesn't matter if they're converse or pink or nike. It doesn't matter if you're wearing snow boots in August. You're not hipster. People don't look at the dirt your soles have collected and tell their friends, "mine has less." They don't even notice how worn through the fabric is right where your pinkie toe fits.
No one cares.
No one notices.
No one cares.
So stop matching your shoes with the earrings you bought yesterday and stop counting knots in your shoelaces. Stop squeezing into size 7 even though you're actually an 8.5. And start buying sunglasses.
Listen real close, and I'll tell you something.
People look at your eyes. They can see broken stars and empty life and dirt that can't be blinked out. They can see the fake eyelashes even though you were promised they look real.
Please, buy a pair of sunglasses because people never looked at your feet anyways, did they?
