Feet vs floor

Bare feet on wooden floor. It just feels so good.

Some light pajama bottoms and loose t-shirt on you and your bare feet.



I broke.

My spirit is broken.  I’m buried in a mountainous fathomless void of joylessness without any sense of direction for a way out. I’m shrouded with a dense heavy haze of despair.

My aura has the color of melancholia.

I’m poisonous.

I’m broke. I have nothing. No value.