Tongue twisted.
Body tattered.
The ties that bound now fraying with age.
Then, with the softest of sounds, his soul began to tear.
What was once so supple, yet strong, now merely an inconvenience. Allowing all manner of detritus to fall and seep in. Clinging things making each footfall another hazard and the journey ever more difficult. It had weathered so much, held firm against everything thrown against it and finally given in.
At least these trainers had lasted longer than the last pair.
Ooh bet you thought I was being deep for a second didn't you internets. I hate having to buy new shoes. I'd shop online but then you have to gamble on them fitting properly. Plus you don't get to parade around the shop on your test drive, exclaiming to the sales person and all those in earshot;
"Do these make my ankles look fat?"
Just me huh? Okay. I'll go be quiet now.
Soul or sole..? :P
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