9 April 2012
I am a shoe.
Sitting here in the bright, bright light. In my eye. My eyelet. I'm stuffed with paper. With laces I didn't choose. I am a shoe.
I have a brother. Like me. But not the same. He is in a box somewhere. Not as attractive as me.
It's high up here. Higher than I'll ever be. With laces I wouldn't choose.
I am a shoe.
A Shoe's Perspective • Opuss № I