Daily Creates May 11-17
#tdc5230 #ds106 #dailycreate National Lost Sock Memorial Day
O Sock, where art thou?
The dryer has spun, and the laundry is done,
Yet here I am standing, out-paired and undone.
Did you slip down the back of the washing machine?
To escape to a land where no ankles are seen?
#tdc5157 #ds106 Diary of a worm
Dear diary,
Today it rained for what felt like a very long time. I emerged briefly, mostly out of habit, and was immediately reminded why caution is important. The world above is bright and loud. A small giant—what I believe are called children—tried to pick me up again. I do not understand why I am so interesting. A shoe passed close enough to make me reconsider my entire philosophy of curiosity. I may never understand what it is like to travel 750 metres from here. That is basically another planet. I am too weak for such journeys.
My friends often speak of better soil elsewhere, moister and more respectful. I think they exaggerate. Every day I think I am getting closer to leaving, but I always return to this dry home with its familiar disappointments.Tomorrow, I shall start again.
A messy room, a crowded mind,
thoughts left scattered, hard to find.
But when I clean, both start to slow,
the mind lets go, and clarity shows.