New Shoes

I'm walking the shoes of a man I once new. He was happy, but uncertain of his future, of his past, of the moment he was living. The treads of his shoes only lightly worn, he had not made great strides to open his life to those around him. His carpeted home was comfortable, too comfortable. I have taken over these old shoes, they are mine now. The small rubber nubs of the treads are wearing thin. I've take that man's life, made it mine so I can bring chaos, and life, and love into him. I know in a life with her I would need to learn shoemaking.