Odd Socks (revised)
A pair of odd socks tucked in a drawer: one blue, one black flecked with white; long ill-matched; hidden in darkness, never proudly displayed.
I should separate them; initiate search for their mates. Yet something stops me - fear of change? loneliness worries? habit?
I’ve grown used to them paired, so they lie folded together; one blue, one black flecked with white; growing old trapped.
------------------------------------- Odd Socks (original)
A pair of odd socks tucked in a drawer: one blue, one black, flecked with white; ill-matched for so long; hiding in darkness never proudly displayed.
I should separate them; initiate search for their mate. Yet something stops me - fear for change? thoughts of loneliness? habit?
I’ve grown used to seeing them paired, so there they lie folded together; one blue, one black, flecked with white; gathering dust, growing old.
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