shellcos19
Stalled. I guess this is the maximum displacement I'll ever reach. The burden is too much. My emotional threshold is not sufficient to save what is left of me. So i'm officially stalled by the unexpected momentum of suffering. Of the disequilibrium of everything I ever hold on to. The need to stop, to breathe, to just pause is overpowering. People say everything will be alright. Fuck. Will it ever actually happen? If so, then why am I suddenly stalled at the moment?
The shoe. It is leather. It is and always will be his favorite. But he left it. He left me. And took the other pair hastily. The leather shoe. A remnant of a long-forgotten memory. And now, years after, the leathery memento still gives me the shivers. The pain. The numbness. The paradox of the what could have been's. I feel empty. I feel as cold and abandoned as the leathery shoe.
The shoe. It is leather. As usual. It is and always will be my father's favorite. Looking at the remnant of a long-forgotten childhood, I feel numb. Numb as the cold leather atop the prized shelf.