‘I know where all the missing socks go’

Little Timmy the dog wears them. He prances around in them all around the neighborhood and city. He walks pasts buildings where doormen tip their hats to him. He walks past people who look down and adore him and his socks. He walks past the mailmen who said the socks look familiar. He walks pasts cats who hiss at him until they see his socks. He walks past squirrels that stop in the middle of the road to look at him. When he gets close to home, he buries them in a shallow hole underneath his favorite post. Then he jumps back into bed with his best friend and falls asleep after all of his adventures.

The mountains at dawn is where my thoughts go Thoughts that sound silly when you say them out loud Thoughts that keep me up at night Thoughts that make me question sanity The mountains don’t talk back, they listen. The mountains don’t interrupt, they listen. The mountains don’t belittle me, they listen. When I have no one, I have the mountains. Always there for me and standing tall as I should.

This world is full of chaos is many ways People shoving others to get to an item first Minds racing all around never shutting off Poachers killing the wild for what? ‘What if’ sceneros overtaking the over thinkers Corporations paying low wages to pocket more green Neighbors and friends debating over red vs blue Bombs being dropped, guns being shot But through all of this chaos, you stand by my side.