A sort of chastity, pollutes me.
Hinders my reaction.
Makes living unsustainable.
Almost…intolerable.
If it were not for the abandoned house.
The left shoe littered by a white line.
Trails purposely marked but deliberately…hard to find.
Clogs in the sleet and ice.
Boots in the sand.
The oddity of it all interrupting the big plan.
