An existential sorrow: I am plagued by a sort of universal sadness that seeps into my skin and takes over my every thought. Anymore, all I do is look down and watch my steps. There's only an occasional faded interest in looking upwards. In looking down, there's a vague sense of hope of eventually looking up and finding that your feet with their ugly cheap shoes, have managed to take you somewhere marvelous.
It has yet to happen. The collective, mysterious 'it' with its accompanying questions with no answers has yet to happen.
And I don't know whether to wait in hope or walk on. Towards anywhere. Looking at my ugly, ugly shoes.
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