People ssay they have foot or feet problems an itch, dermatitis or deep vain trombises or they smell like there on top grade in France.
I have a relatively clean soul, but I have bad feet people say walk a mile In my shoes.
Any person of any good moral fibre and standing will have bad feet having served and dredge through the fields of farmland and the passing of war or that of the man that walked the cobbles to get water from the well of hope and life.
Me my feet are indebted to a world that doesn't exist anymore. I've stood anchored frozen in motion as the souls of incenet beings were ripped torn and slammed Ive Stood in the path of the ferocity of a man made mistake are pressure to make the world into a mirror for the obnoxious and loud the self ritrus and the fake, the money hauders and the time stealers. I'm riddled with grasps and screams of innocent grabbing on to there lives I stood in a dead picturesque place serounded by the aftermath of mother nature water is dangerous but the blackness in which the BBC nature's finest habitats and the organic world, I've had it run over my feet with oppitim and oblivion of hell thrown in the mix I feel the claws of the needy still trying to grasp for life the kind of moment where nails on wood from a werewold in a vampire Dracula, having face death is not anything of greatsignificance yeah it heart racing breath taking and a feeling that can only be lived in the presence of proceedings, but the hard part is after, when life doesn't resume and yesterday has no relivence to tomorrow 2 worlds collide in one breath its a bad timing and In time you will be at home or back to normal but in truth your never not really home from where you freze where your heart jumps your brain trip's and life choke holds you I know where I got a free pass to a it kinda never happened life but with that comes guilt I mean emotional scars go everywhere but what wen you come from scratch the clean up the deviation the sespit is your new beginning, there's questions and answers that are void cause you do what you do for best we're primal, we fend, we eat, we design to adapt we in a robotic age and an easy life but where are we if the clock stop and life fades what's are ranking, I sometimes with I lived the other way , built myself a fellowship and become an integral part rather then feel expandable I feel like I earn the scars but not the privilege to honor that moment because I had the views I felt the fear I heard and seen the pain, but in one breath I was an actor in a movie on set my dress rehearsal could send me back to never happen land but reality still resides I've seen humans at there whitts and the capability in willingness and I sit around and watch and see a conveyer belt of life where people are to unworthy or un smart or just not educated to level to disclosure cause it hard to speak but people aren't like shares you can't have a percentage more then they have and torn nature of I may do bad to give you the good, we come from a time where tribal warriors respect and form a colony of living but do you know what founders work for or what they did the power of primal order what belongs to who and where for how long, benifical or anchor a liability or possibility, walking in shoes and foot steps aren't easy nore should be done, but can you take a graphic reinstatement and tell me the same or look forward or act in the way you did, can you be honest with yourself enough not to lie, what's the value of a worth it doesn't matter the size the volume or the audience if the subject or cast is worth the while or has value for its time elapsed