Posted in Poetry and Prose

I sleep I tread

I sleep on the floor
I sleep on a stretcher
I sleep on a foam mattress
I sleep on the grass
I sleep on the sofa
I sleep on my own bed
I like sleep
I sleep

I tread
I tread on various grounds
I wear different shoes
If those shoes could speak
What would them Vans and Converse and Toms speak about it?
The time they stood on snow
The time they walked for miles
The time they ran 18km in Germany, unplanned
Oh the lands they have stood upon
The ground beneath my feet
I tread
I stand
I walk


I am an aspiring and up and coming writer. Dubbed the wondering wanderer. Do come check out my stories.

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