tuesday, nothing makes sense and maybe that’s okay

Posted at 9:17 AM, wearing socks that don’t match and a brain that’s still half-asleep.

i woke up today thinking about spoons.
how some of them go missing for weeks
and then reappear in places like your backpack
or under your bed
like they’ve been on some secret solo adventure.

and i don’t know,
i just felt like "that spoon" today.
like i’ve been here all along
but also... not really.
a little misplaced.
a little out of rhythm.

but it’s tuesday.
which means nothing and everything
at the same time.
like maybe i’ll figure out my life today,
or maybe i’ll just eat cereal for lunch
and call it a victory.

some mornings don’t need a purpose.
some thoughts are just noise in a soft voice.
and some days,
being kind to myself
looks like letting the nonsense stay.
because even spoons, apparently,
need time to wander off
before they come home again.