5:08 p.m. - 2003-09-29
my old reeboks
i've been wearing these same shoes for three days now, i keep them on even when i am asleep. the soles are slowly wearing down. they will be strapped on my feet until i find out wear i want to go, where i am going to be, and when i do find that i will wear these shoes to that place. they will be worn in and maybe a little dirty, but the memories i had in them will be brought to my new inception. the streets here are much different than they are back home. multiplicity encompasses the sidewalks along with the 68 year old man playing his tuba with hopes that he will scrounge up some money for boos. i dont mind him though. he smiled at me when i walked by, maybe because i almost tripped over his pile of old hardback books. im still wearing those shoes, and because of them a fleeting thought gleamed in my mind. i remembered him sitting on his bicycle waiting for me to catch up to him and suddendly the buzzing sound of a lawn mower nearby frightened the thought right out of my head. the winds current took it off somewhere, maybe back to wear it came from. there is a small hole on the side of my shoe that only represents a thought i will soon recall.
