so i spent an hour trying to find a spatula to flip pancakes this morning only to realize we moved and it’s been in a box marked “towels” for six months, and now i feel like my entire life is just one long misplaced kitchen utensil searching mission.
spent half the day wondering why i couldn't find my glasses only to realize they were on my face the whole time and like, maybe that's just how life is, constantly searching for clarity while totally blind to the obvious, and now i have to think about how many metaphors that makes for…
at 2am i found myself scrolling through 347 names and not a single one felt like a safe call, kind of funny how everyone you know can feel like a ghost when you just want to hear a voice, even if it’s the one you haven’t spoken to in years.
at 2am i found myself scrolling through 347 names and not a single one felt like a safe call, kind of funny how everyone you know can feel like a ghost when you just want to hear a voice, even if it’s the one you haven’t spoken to in years.
the fireworks outside sound like they’re preparing for war and my wife is in the other room asleep because if she heard me wake up swinging at the wall again she might actually decide to barricade herself from my dramatic post-combat reenactments, but how do you explain what you saw when all you have left are echoes of celebration drowning out your own private explosions.