Straight Edge Life

Writing love letters to women I’ve never met. Dreaming of the climbing physique, a gibs ascender around my neck, fingers burried in basalt. The weight is heavy. Heavier than it’s ever been in my life, but gravity decreases with every clip. The rubber on my shoes splits at the rand. The effects of innefficient smearing. I’ll wear these slippers out while I’m getting back into shape and reward myself with a new pair later. For now they will do. Split rubber and all.