This was an exercise I gave myself with a prompt for writing. The prompt was "socks".
Of all the things I wish I could be, a sock is not one of them. At anytime you can be seperated from your soulmate and you don't know if they will ever come back ! If you have a hole, you are sent to the trash. And if your partner has a hole, you're sent to the trash too ! You're easy to lose and rarely missed...If you're found it's either by the dog or the cat who declare you their new best toy. That's a promise you will never be washed EVER again. Anyway, I do not want to be a sock.
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PoetryThis is a small view of my writing skills (or not...). These are poems or texts that popped out of my brain and heart. I am not a professional writer so I am open to advice. But be aware that some of these texts/poems were written some years ago (I...
