The sweetest of all summers' luxuries-even more so than the sunshine- is bare feet.
Softened by the months spent in boots.


Hardened by the miles traveled.
Shoeless, for everyone, the word should suit.

The nakedness of your feet, matching perfectly that of a shameless heart; disheveled.

Stained green from the lucious grass.

Washed clean by the cold waters of fresh rain.

Worn down by the dirt.

Trampeled in your ventures.

If you do not explore, you will find nothing new, and your bare feet willl stay stagnent. Create a story, ware down the pads of your toes, find who you truly are.
No matter how much your heart aches on your journey to sense of self...



I pomise,




Your bare feet will never complain