its not about fitting in the shoe

Once upon a time, in a land where taboo issues are practiced widely and people are in denial to meet the demands of society, lived a little girl.

Alone in an empty house, she sits and ponders daily. Waiting for nothing to happen. Listening when no one is talking. Talking when no one is listening.

Everyday she took a walk outside. Brushing shoulders with strangers who meant nothing to her. She smiles when necessary, and frowns when weird funny thoughts invaded her mind.

Every night before she goes to bed, she sits on the edge of her big bed and thought of nothing. And before she doze off to sleep, she stares blankly to the ceiling, listening to the lullaby the moon usually sings to her and thought of nothing.

One day, she decided to leave the empty house.

She decided to make a move.

But she left the right side of her shoe behind.

To remind her that she has not left what's ought to be left behind. To make her come back to the emptiness she's grown to love.

She came back after she left.

She came back with a smile.