Gentle Reminders
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I always leave a pair of shoes waiting outside my front door. I don't plan on using them, though; they’re not mine. To be frank, I haven’t a clue who belongs to them. I humour myself with stories about someone being lost out there, wondering why they have cold feet.
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Gentle Reminders

by Crayonaise

I always leave a pair of shoes waiting outside my front door. I don't plan on using them, though; they’re not mine. To be frank, I haven’t a clue who belongs to them.

I humour myself with stories about someone being lost out there, wondering why they have cold feet.

It’s been, at the very least, two weeks since they were left, so making up stories about that persons day and what it must be like to be so forgetful has shed a light entertainment for me!

Truthfully, I can’t imagine why they’d leave them here on purpose. It wouldn’t make sense. Perhaps it’s some passive aggressive scheme to make me leave my apartment and do something with my life.

Then again, I suppose that’s my guilty conscience talking.

To think that someone is so sophisticated but simple minded enough to just leave a pair of shoes for that reason alone is, well, just plain silly.

It seems the shoes have simply been forgotten about, and although they mock me, I refuse to move them for the fear that someone out there still cares.

The whole mocking me thing? Well, let’s just say that five miles has come between me and a my life. Solitude can easily become isolating, especially when your habitual natures takes over.

I mean, I had my plans, but right now I sit drinking wisky with no one, day dreaming. Thankfully the drinking part isn’t a common occurrence, but the rest is.

I have never been that fond of alcohol anyway, so there is no harm in the novelty I suppose. It just, today, the shoes weren’t just mocking me, they were helping me.

I suppose they plague me with their unwavering presence, revealing the issues that I have been needing to sort out for the past four years.

In all fairness, life hasn’t been that cruel to me, however it has turned me in on myself, and because I that, I have been made indifferent, discontent, and uninspired to explore.

These shoes may turn out to be more than some silly prank that humours me. My life needs an adventure, uncertainty, a curiosity beyond the realm of imagination and thoughts..

the problem is finding the conviction, the decision, and I now I’m starting to feel like I know why they’re there, ‘cause they’re in my size and nobody seems to be wearing them..

and the only person looking for them.. is me.

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