jo has an old boot.
there is nothing special about the boot, except that it is comfortable, it is what she has been wearing for the past one and a half years.
the boot is not long lasting, and it has lost its shine, through friction with the ground, or just age, who knows?
and there are holes on the boot, some wear and tear. patches on the sole, on the body, which she has tried to prevent. the shoelaces resist knots. the boot has lost its bind with the foot.
she knows that she does not want to wear the boot into adulthood. it would not suite her ideal lifestyle. it would not follow her to her next destination.
unless, HOPE. HEAL. HUMILITY.
how she wishes the boot would reinvent itself. she wants to keep the boot forever.
in the world according to hope, everything is possible.
the boot must understand. forgive the boot for causing her to trip, and scar her knees real bad- she can. but too many times. distrust and scepticsm gnaw the bond like maggots.
disinfect. the only solution.
the boot shies away.
square 1.
boot, let's take the first step.
