Friday, 18 September 2009

Ruby Slippers

Today, I have worn old shoes.

New shoes are only new the first time you wear them. After that, even though they still look and feel so good, they're not so exciting any more and just become another pair that you wear from time to time. Some shoes are only really good for playing tennis, or going to parties, or walking to work, or chillin' out around the house. But you still need those shoes. Sometimes, shoes will give you blisters, but they are connected to some of the best times- you can have a lot of fun in shoes like those. Sometimes, new shoes become the shoes you will regulary wear, because they just fit, so easily, so cinderellary. New shoes will become old shoes eventually, or else they are left to yesterdays; sold on ebay; given away. I tend to choose to hold on to old shoes, partly because I can't afford to buy a new pair everytime I get bored, but also because I so rarely find a pair of shoes that fits comfortably - albeit not perfectly - that I like to make sure I keep them if I do.

It's hard to just put a lid on eighteen months, or three years, or half a decade. To shut it down, pack it in a box, turn around and say, no, no, I won't think of you any more. Because I do think of you and I do think too much. It's not something that it's possible to just switch off. And I think, there's a little, irrational part of me that believes I can't live without you. And I think, there's a large, sensible part of me that knows that's not true.

Logic wins out in the end.


Follow the yellow brick road

On the jukebox: Wicked ~ I'm Not That Girl - don't wish, don't start

1 comment:

  1. Here's to logic, to old shoes, and to new shoes, and sometimes, to going barefoot. xxx

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