Shoes.

I thought I knew what loneliness was.
I didn't. What I knew was an infatuation.
Loneliness is this. Loneliness is now.
Loneliness is sure to be the future.
The tears can't stop falling because no one will notice you cried in the first place.
The people you invest so much of yourself into throw you aside as soon as better things come along.
You are scared to meet others because you know they will leave you.
Loneliness is being bored with yourself.
All you have is you. Your accomplishments, your failures.
Why try when there is no one to disappoint?
Why exist alone?

We are not meant to be alone.
Shoes have the basics.
Tongues. Soles.
Shoes come in pairs.
They work better in pairs.
Shoes should match.
Shoes are manufactured by man.
Man is manufactured by society.
Society is run by men.
Shoes epitomize our purpose.
When they are worn, shoes are retired.
Some shoes are fancy.
Some are functional. Some are comfortable.
Some are painful. Some are expensive.
Some are carefully crafted.
Others are accidental.
We need shoes as much as shoes need us.