My legs always get glumpsy, and sometimes I think I was intended to be Big Foot's younger sister. Since I don't have a brother. But I think he forgot his way home and got lost in a folktale.
I even find myself asking, "What if this things are controlling me." And!
Of course my blood circulation originates from my feet, don't ask me why. Because I'm not even sure if I have veins or not. Do they even have haemoglobin composition? I have no idea! (sigh) I can't even believe that am having an argument with myself about feet really?
Nevertheless, I was born with this enlarged bizarre that taught me to balance on the ground. And it took me time to call them feet. Because with time, I didn't see as feet. But some motivational speaker from outer space jumped into my life and thought me how to appreciate myself and everytime else that comes with it.
One thing about my feet that I don't understand : They are too big to be true. They got me thinking :"Was I intended to be an athletic boy?" They have a wrinkle effect of an eighty year old grandfather yet at the same time clean and hydrated.
But then luckily I just got lost in a mob of silently talking trees. So tranquil to the power of tranquility. I wish cedar trees were here too, they remind me of wine. It's an incomplete scenario of trees without them.
I try my best to be normal but I guess that how I get excited. Now I will have to endure the consequences of broken roses and Daisies from Miss Ladia's tree.
But I never intended to have such a big pointed foot. It just enlarged on its own without me even looking.
One uncanny thing about Ms Ladia's roses: they compose ombred pink and purples. Sometimes dark green leaves that often look like the are black.
And I could see her face through the window with a peek of bad unholy intentions.