Boots

I took a picture of my boots, ready to march on do what I have to do; I thought of sending it to you but then thought better of playing the fool, this made me think about feelings and how theorizing  them and trying to figure them out  is not what feeling feelings should be about, feelings are not my enemy, they are how I express my soul, feel warm in the cold, create fun and draw energy from the sun and clouds, the sky is love and the armor of my truth, it was just a silly picture no doubt.