Rocks in Shoes Hurt the MostIt's the little things that embed into the skin that give us the most pain.The tones and phrases that constitute affection or disapproval.Slight flick of the tongue to turn a conversation one hundred and eighty degrees.Bodies speak more than words do, spilling what you really think.Arms pressed to your sides, toes pointed nowhere, eyes staring at my own toes.Glance at everything that moves, focusing on everything but me.Are the tiny blots of black really the windows to the soul?Can that camera tell me what you’re thinking?What your eyes notice and concentrate on is the true answer.Your whole being, each aspect is like a lett