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!