Barefoot

I walk barefoot through life.
Even on the coldest of days.
Especially on these.
My skin is so thin.
At times this is a bad combo,
other times it is life saving.
Life altering.
A blessing.

Bare feet thinly stepping over all that is.
Barely.
All that is stepping all over.

I thrive in lost houses.
Empty, unlived in. Left behind.
There I find the soul of everything.

The filters on my photos
are your shoes
masks
the filters
make us believe we live in full houses.

Soulless everything.
There you have it.
Thread bare.