there i was all dressed in gold wondering up and down the aisles with things bought and sold like my soul to the devil. if only i realized i could have made twice what i did had i paid him on a tuesday. oh well i am not alone and everything comes back around three fold. you made your decision and that’s all. everything’s marked final. you will not budge from where your feet got cemented to the surface and you stay carefully upon it as if you’re walking on liquid. the problem is you’re standing still pretending you see further than the tip of you nose through those bi-focals you carefully clean with your handkerchief. you’re blind to the fact that you can step out of your shoes and your souls will follow you like shadows. they are the only ones who won’t leave you alone even though your feet may get cold.
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