My Sunday.. is a blast from the past, only I’m paralyzed in bed from the explosion of emotions.
Monday is a blurry mess, work isn’t.. what it used to be..
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.
All I want is meaning.
Friday, is a fall tree.. missing half of its leaves,
Family, Friends...happiness.
Friday is the longest..
Like a cold chilly night with the window cracked and no blanket..
when you finally wake, if you even slept...
It’s Saturday.... ❤️