socks.
loads of funky unmatching socks. 
spicy peppers,
penguins,
panda bears,
rain drops.
And if we were rain, I was the storm and she was the drizzle.

I could never understand 
How she was so
so
Clam
Relaxed
Peaceful
Even, when, just I could see 
The inner storm,
and the rain of words will get a bit stronger
the drops a bit bigger, 
A bit louder,
The storm is never out. 

socks. 
Mine are all matching
black and white
short.
giving you everything at once, 
without having to ask,
to look further,
to try and find out, what this is all about. 

And maybe one day,
my socks will turn funky, 
maybe even have a fish with a suite,
Because even if those socks don’t look like they match, they actually do.