Lost.

Lost and then found again.

Someone always finds me, sooner or later.

I am an old pair of worn out shoes.

I conform to fit.

I am what you want, what you need until you break me in, strech me out, and I no longer fit. No longer do I satisfy you taste.

Back into the closet I go. In the dark, alone.

A lonesome bliss finds me. I find myself. I am at peace. I breathe.

Until, someone notices me here. I catch your eye.

You force your way. I let you in.

I am contoerted, changed, stripped of myself once more.

I wrap around you.

I need you to live.

Out of the dark.

I can see. I am part of the world again. Not as me. Only as your possession.

Being part of you means not knowing myself.

I have become old and worn. Back in the closet. Back into the dark.

No One will want this old pair of shoes.

A lonesome bliss.

By: Dani