westid

it’s a bit obnoctious at first. i see people looking down at my feet, because sometimes they need to stop and judge for a moment

but sooner or later … and they never see it coming. my shoes are so blue. the colour glows like a splinter in your mind, and i catch you looking so i flex and twisssst. you’ve got to have them. the people who judge are the best, because it causes such a dilemma in your mind… what the actual fuck? crocs ewww … so WEIRD

oh yeah i forgot to mention, they’re bright blue crocs. eww right? and now you’ve got them in front of you because you just need to put your feet into those blue shoes – no they’re not suede. but that blue colour of them is doing your head in and you don’t know why

thaaats it, in you go. so totally oblivious

look around you, everyone is into their crocs. it’s only a matter of time. indulge yourself

once you try them on your mind is blown and there’s no going back. all those little bobbles know exactly where to touch you, all at the same time. and you just squish right into their welcoming embrace …. ooo my. the more you used to hate them, the more weird it feels when they change you. you get butterflies in your belly, and you don’t want to take them off

but they’re mine so you have to. even though they are glowing blue…