so close to the weekend

clinging to memories
willing them not to fade
brighter days
those yesterdays
the sorrow forgotten
the laughter so pure
the days now so pale
life so lifeless and dull
tomorrow a sure repeat
crushing the soul
clinging 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. 🙂 August is a brutal month work-wise. It’s the one school month without a day off. Ye gods!