Ball boots, how different! I wonder who exactly wrote that description
Visions.. How fragile they are, here one minute, gone the next, a deceitfully tasty allure cast in front of us, we chase, we try to understand, but alas we fail, for visions are just that, our interpretation then becomes scripture. What you see before you, a vivid dream that fell on most darkest of days. One cannot fathom such a thing, it cannot be understood, or explained, it just exists, in a visceral way, and now you cannot unsee it, your life is changed, your DNA permanently altered, before thee, the ball shoes present themselves in all glory