(Goober or I mean )

(Huh a poem? I wonder who this ting belongs too?)

Good Day Log

Today was nice. The sky remembered how to smile, so I did too. People waved, words were warm, and laughter behaved like it belonged to me.

I kept busy counted steps, straightened thoughts, pretended the silence was just rest. It works better that way. Quiet feels friendlier when you give it a name.

I talked a lot today. To walls, to songs, to moments that didn’t answer. They listen well. They never ask where you went.

Don’t worry I’m fine. I always am. Happiness fits better when no one checks the seams.

Sometimes I save a space in the middle of a sentence and let it stay empty.vIt feels polite. Like leaving a light on for someone who knows the way back.

Anyways .... that’s all for today. Just another good day, really. Nothing missing. Nothing at all.

(Made with love)

By Ẁ̷̺̳̲̌̍́̍̋͂̐́͌͑͑̕͝s̵̡̨̳͔͓̱̮̝̱̹̟̣͈̳̘̟̬̜̩͖̪̳̯̩̝͚̣͎͚̺̫̘̘̤̭͎̝̙͓̱̘͐̌̄̊́̒̿̍͗̀͂̀̅̓͊̓̃̒́͛̄͜͜ͅc̸̨̨̢̛̭̹̯̟͕͉̺̫̬͙̰̬̬͓̺͕̟̙͓̩̝̙̜͖̯̟̭͇̮͔̠̙̦̗͈̼̞̭̀̏͛͐̆́͗͑̍̄͋̓̿́̉̆̑̀̈́̆̇̍͂̓̋̐̈̀̈͗͂̏̈́͋̓̓̽͒̕̕͘͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͝ç̸̧̞̙̮̬̯̪̙̹̝͉̤͙̥͍̥͚̟̭̙̣͖͙͒̋̔͒̋͒̽͒̿͛͋͂̈́͐̈́͂̃͐̎̚̚͝͝͠ͅ ̶̢̧̡̧̧̥̰̟͖͈̲͓͈̻̱̮̫̻̜̭̲̙̹̣̜͚̜͉̣̥͕̠̘͉̜̬͎̜̥̱̻͕͎͈̟̱̥̣̋̀̔͊̑̏̈̍͛́̓͑̔̓͋̐̅̒̿̕͘͘͘͜͝H̸̡̛̠̩̠̠̬̲͍̼̣̓͛̐͊́̐͗̀̇̀̌͂̿̈́̀̏̓̋̈́͗̚̕͘̚͝

(Credit to the Reddit artist on this btw, I don't know their names sadly)