-My clothes are dry-

I can hear my dryer down the hall. It’s finished drying my clothes. But instead of stopping, it keeps going. Every minute playing a small tune to try and alert someone that it’s ready to be picked up.

Try and figure out the analogy here…

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Ok so I’m the dryer. Standing still. Playing my sad little song for no one to hear and no one to come pick me up.

I’ve come to the conclusion about a million times now. That if I want to meet someone new that could potentially end up being someone special ‘,:) I need to start putting myself in situations where there are new people.

Here’s the thing… I suck at that… I never seem to step out of my comfort zone. I’m staid.

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Someone push me over or something.

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So does anyone want to start fresh with me and go try and find new people? Just so that I’m not completely on my own?

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Anyway that’s my little thought today. Sorry it’s not a poem here’s a haiku tho

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-I want to breathe air,-

-fresh air, meeting new people,-

-waiting to be pushed-

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-Snow Hater