Just Stuff...

Hello.

I'm bored.

And tired.

I went to a sleepover for my friend's birthday two days ago, and we stayed up until 1:45 am or so.

I wore green flip flops.

Here is my poem about my flip flop lying on the grass in her yard:

Flip Flop

The lonely flip flop

lies forgotten

in an ocean

of tall green grass.

Stained

with

ice cream,

shirt dye,

mud,

and

dirt.

Waiting

for its owner

to come out

pick it up

put it on,

Not caring about

the ice cream,

shirt dye,

mud,

and

dirt

now on the soles of her feet

She runs across the grass,

her flip flops

flapping

against

the

hard ground

And the shoe

has a purpose

to protect its owner

from the dangers

of sharp rocks

grass stains

and the occasional

bit of broken glass.

And the shoe is happy.

To be used

for such a purpose.

I think......

That that.....

is all.

:)