||[Oct. 13th, 2006|08:19 am]
Memoirs of a Foot
|||||boulevard of broken dreams ~ green day||]|
She wished upon a star that night. After staring down intently at her tiny feet, observing their little ins and outs and little toenails, she glanced up at the pin-pricked night and breathed a solemn wish. She wished for new feet. The kind of feet that dance in all the right ways, the kind that skip on all the right paths. She wished for toes that were worthy of bands of gold and silver. She wished for intelligent feet, moral feet, ethical feet, politically correct feet, knowledgeable feet. She wished for feet that always knew the right steps to take.