mismatched socks are the only certainty in a universe of chaos
happiness, love, desire; nebulous and unsure
but wash a load of laundry and see if every sock shows up again
i don’t even bother any more
in any of it
let my misery dress me in one ankle sock colored gray, one dress sock in paisley to my knee
i am just grateful a pair of underwear or pants is connected, the monstrosity i would be in the morning would be thrice damned if not
maybe that is the lesson
we are all just unmatched socks looking for that correct partner
or i am just tired of looking for metaphors to describe her
either way
my striped boxer briefs are a singular pair while my feet are at odds on a rainy day of nonsensical failings
could you be my missing mate
or just another checkered daydream of fitting in
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I’m pretty sure that my brain would melt if I attempted to wear mis-matching socks. Does not compute. I’m kinda getting a little anxious just thinking about it really. (Did you know I have literally never lost one individual sock like people say? Never. I’m… not sure what I would do if I did.)
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this is the first thing I read this morning….I laughed all the way through, still have a smile.
Breath, step and never, never lose your sense of humour.
I sometimes think it is the only thing that save us.
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i agree. Glad to give you a smile
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