I guess I’d just lost a best friend of mine. I find her getting further and further just by the second. I couldn’t provide a better clarification as to why this is happening.
I hear whispers in my ears to encourage myself to proceed, moving on this bumpy, loopy boulevard. I can’t go on. My feet are excruciating. It’s too rough to journey through.
Which is plainly why I oppose the phrase, “Heels are girls best friend.”
