so close to the weekend

clinging to memorieswilling them not to fadebrighter daysthose yesterdaysthe sorrow forgottenthe laughter so purethe days now so palelife so lifeless and dulltomorrow a sure repeatcrushing the soulclinging to memories I know I shouldn’t always want the weekend to be here but I can’t help it. Tomorrow is Friday and that is a good thing. ๐Ÿ™‚…