Amelia’s shoes (draft)

Created in a nameless country for a few cents. Bought for next to nothing. Made of inanimate ingredients but yet I see them and my world ends.
Perfect they sit on the couch. Grey and petite, I can’t look away. Tears fill my eyes. I am slipping away and yet there is such beauty in front of me I can’re stand it. These shoes will haunt and bless my dreams. I will find myself floating in space, a void of nothing, and these two shoes will float in front of me saying “this is what you have”, “wouldn’t it be nice if you weren’t dying”.
I sit here on the couch alone staring at the shoes. I have the universe at my feet and I could not ask for more. As I look at these visions I find myself falling backwards, cascading through a void. The shoes never leave my vision. My eyes are fixed, not wanting to give up what I have. The sites are mine. I have earned them, I have suffered for too long. Why can’t I have them?
As I slide through to the end I turn away. I have to let go. The shoes are perfect and beautiful and I have been blessed to share the couch with them. I wish things were different but they are not. Grasping harder will help just taint the beauty that I have known.
I will turn away when the time comes. The shoes will be ok. They will always be perfect. They will always be loved. I have been luckier than I could ever have imagined to know them. To sit here crying as I observe them.
How can so much joy and so much sadness exist together. I am so happy I will cry.
The end is just around the corner. I feel it will not be long.

Found in Jerome’s drafts

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I am slightly taller than average, have brown hair, enjoy rock climbing, and got told I would be dead within 5 years in 2010. I have chosen to disregard this :P
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