I decide to walk barefoot today. Not because it makes me feel connected to the ground, but because i feel like it. That's it. You don't need to walk barefoot to feel grounded, do you?
The floor before my room is cold. Not chilly, but cool. I linger, then take a step. My room is warmer. The floor too. I look within, so am i. Half cold, half warm. My mood oscillates like a broken swing in a forgotten park. I laugh when i feel low and remain quite when i'm happy. It's forced both times, as if i'm a theater to all those who wish to see me act. I'm silent, my acts are usually mimes. It's a strange analogy.
The floor is silent too. It feels ice cold now and for some reason i dont rub my feet. The cold seeps in my pores. And you know what? I feel it now. I feel connected to the ground.
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