The Melancholic Feelings of Sunday

as a kid, and still now as an adult, ive always hated sundays.

i hated the transitional period of doing nothing and feeling free, to getting ready for work or school and returning to reality.

the energy on sunday has always felt different to me.

earth seemed to be a little bit more still.

i could hear the wind racing by my window. and birds chirping songs. and the kids playing tag outside, laughing joyously.

but the sun would beam right over my house, casting melancholic shadows in my room.

and i envied those joyous kids.

sundays make me feel lonely and painfully self aware.

so i roll over and sleep till monday and start it all over again.

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