Barefoot Again

I forgot what walking barefoot felt like. Today I stepped outside without shoes, not to prove a point, but because I needed to feel something real. Cool ground. Morning dew. Gravel biting slightly. There’s a memory in the feet. A…

I forgot what walking barefoot felt like. Today I stepped outside without shoes, not to prove a point, but because I needed to feel something real. Cool ground. Morning dew. Gravel biting slightly. There’s a memory in the feet. A…

Rot becomes future. That’s the alchemy under our feet.