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Friday, March 18, 2005 Taking off To Another Destination.. Bare Feet was walking one day. It crossed a play-ground and found itself sitting in the middle of a sand box. Bare Feet stayed put inside the sand box as the wind blew around the sand. The polished toes were covered after the first storm. The sand slowly got pushed around by waves of wind covering Bare Feet up to the ankels. Hours. Days. Months. Years. Time past by with no sign of an escape. The shinning sun set its rays on the golden sand grains. The flowers sent away their soft fragrance in the air. The birds came back from migration singing their favorite tunes. Random ants an insects passed by Bare Feet dugging their tunnels and building their homes all around Bare Feet. Kids jumped around the play-ground. Some came along to the sand box. They share their stories and adventures with Bare Feet. The Greatest of Memories. But they left during the sunset. They knew how to get home. They had simple maps that helped them move around. Bare Feet stayed there. In its own dream world. A world where it dreamed of getting out. What was stopping it? No one really knows. Bare Feet didn't know. Maybe it was fear of the unknown. Maybe it was that it couldn't imagine the simplest map to help it through some kind of direction of where to go next or of what was outside the box. Bare Feet is stuck in a box. Today, I filled out passport-renewal applications. I called around for ticket pricings.. Asked about the stay there.. The events theres.. The weather.. The return.. But... I held my tears in.. I wanted all of this for me. I wasn't doing it for me. It was others passports.. tickets.. trip. It woulda been great to get that mountain of sand off of Bare Feet if only for a little while. Word Count: Bare Feet = 10 << Home |
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