Old shoes have a strange emotional power..out of man’s control. Creased..torn..faded… irresistibly comfortable … true and touching ..with each scratch full of meaning . A pair of memories..a piece of personality …a perfect end of your feet.
Time to change…and they stand down there, staring at you with that full of meaning silence, weaken you..manipulating your flabby human will…Unable not to put them on just one more time.
Deep cureless Affection. Or deep cureless habit. Is there a difference?…has the same appearance, out in the exterior. Voluntary dependence.
Shoes, changing states..changing owners; owners changing, meanwhile.. but staying in the same shoes.
”…Whoo, I would rather, I would rather go blind, boy
Then to see you walk away from me, child, no
Whoo, so you see, I love you so much
That I don’t wanna watch you leave me, baby
Most of all, I just don’t, I just don’t wanna be free, no…”