Real Love Comes In Pairs Of Two

An Ode to Sneakers

The flapping laces like a sail, the solid soles like a sturdy aft, and the toe rubber like a protective bow.

When my eyes burn from computer fatigue and my nostrils fill with the smell of freshly cut grass, I know its time to pull them out again.

The type of love that doesn’t need to be tied with a big diamond, but simply by the interlace of one sole to another soul.

Love is tightly tied sneakers on a dirty path.

Content Writer in Tech. Mover by day, Writer by night. Finding inspiration using my bubbly anxiety as a compass.✨