Kicks

Alex enjoyed his shoes, specifically vans!!!. They gave him a sense of accomplishment. As well as a stylish intuition. He never knew they would take him anywhere? The ones he liked to wear were the low top suede. It reminded him of another era. A time where he was more in control of himself. Sad truth was that he was always more than he thought he was. His friends and family believed in him, but did he believe in himself? Time will tell if that is the truth.

The shoes gave him a chance to express himself artistically. Along with an outlet for change. They haunted his thoughts, especially with all of the different colors and variants. It made him feel good that he could choose the outcome of how they looked. He bubbled up inside when his shoe packages came in. Anticipation building up when he opened them and smelled the freshness of his new catches.

Reveling in the fact that he can focus on becoming an absent minded fool was something that he counted on. Especially when it came to his fashion statements. Sometimes he could control his spasms, other times they were incoherent. When Alex wanted to see others' messes he just opened his eyes and they were revealed to him. He didn't always like what he saw though.

This is a way to freestyle his writing skills, although the shoes gave him the power that he did not know he had. They were just random pieces of leather-bound wear to everyone else, but to him they were an attachment of one's self. Tank top high, Alex always meant what he said. It was more than a cultural thing, it was mostly the way he was raised. Honesty is a value that he heard somewhere.

He always had a sick wit when it came to his prose and general well being. Artistically he could say what he wanted, but being in society he had to watch what he said. But what shoes would he wear out in public? All the varieties in his closet would change someday depending on his mood. But his closet was big enough for all of these changes?

Respect he found in his wardrobe of myriad shoes. The total amount depended on how his friends' reacted to him. If it wasn't given to him he was going to take it. That's they way he felt today. Tomorrow might change his reaction timing.

They were the color of the rainbow, his shoes, in which he did not understand that phrase. But he might understand it if he asked more people about it. Shoes were Alex's forte. They gave him the style to walk into. And they were usually comfortable for him. His expressions' were brought up in the shoes he picked for the day. Sometimes they were the only thing that brought him joy, besides the daily grind.

In essence his shoulders carried him through the day. Following his legs and then his feet. That's what he was always told. The socks also gave him inspiration, the nice and soft kind. They slipped into his shoes so evenly and slowly. Unless he was in a bad mood. And then he just shoved his socks into his shoes as quickly as he could.

In closing shoes made Alex very happy that he wore them. They were the meaning of his life. And those that knew him could vouch for that. He even thought of getting a tattoo of them on his body. But that would just be silly, or would it? He would only know if he tried to do that. We will have to find out what happens in the next chapter, won't we?