(lache MJS! You used up that shoe!)
‘I don’t need shoes anymore.’ An acquaintance with myalgic encephalomyelitis wrote to me about three years ago. I chatted him, I would have bought something again, by name: a beautiful Mary Jane Lolita shoe…. I asked myself, unsure: And, but I still need shoes?!
Answer: I still have shoes, so I assume so, that me my legs (yet) wear. But how far further??
Why I loved this shoe: because he was a wing to me, a small Raven's wing….
But he was also a slipper, a bed shoe, a roofing shoe … an in-aisle rum parade shoe (the quiet one, but audibly hit, and due to its lack of flexibility probably also tore)
What should I look for when buying shoes?: Nothing, where to tie and lace, that would mean: too much power, Motor skills and stamina before the flight …. to consume, because my body-chest-neck muscles are wingless needles. Carried by the lowest leg muscles like a sherry glass on a dancer's head ….
Then buy winter shoes?
I dont know …. honestly…. I do not know yet ….
None; Functional clothing is not in my bag. That goes without saying…
(My shoe 31.10.22)
(7.22)
(My beloved shoe … have already to let you go …. look, here, where I am, there are only things go by and by and by and by… and by and by and by and by and by and by…. )