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Every night i tell the moon things i can't tell people, hope the moon never realizes i wasn't talking to the sky.

Anyways yesterday i was thinking abt life then suddenly i remembered socks. Very strange connection honestly but hear me out.

Socks disappear all the time and nobody asks questions. One day u have two, next day one decides to leave society and start a new life somewhere. People call it normal. But if humans disappear for 2 hours suddenly everyone becomes detective.

Also clouds confuse me. They look soft like cotton but if u sit on one u will literally die. Fake personality at peak level.

I think life is little like that too. We spend childhood wanting holidays, then grow up and miss school. We want to become older and then complain abt responsibilities. We want peace and then get bored when things become too quiet.

Funny thing is i started with moon, somehow reached socks and clouds. Maybe that's why life never explains itself. Maybe it sits somewhere laughing and saying, "look at this guy still trying."

Anyways if u find my missing sock tell him i moved on