Monday is so far from Sunday.
i went for a walk today
through places nobody dares roam
there was a desire to stay
within humble patches.
i requested a beautiful paradox
and the heavens drenched me in sun-rain
it was the perfect combination of
warmth and pleasure
i sit with wet clothes far from what always is
and there’s a loosening of motive and burden.
my pages flicker and flutter
they no longer look fresh and pristine
but inhale all the archaic qualities
i share with my forefathers.
i find myself running down paths ridden with morning dew
i dig countless holes of understanding..
of what it means to be wholesome and full.
love abounding. grace overflowing.
it’s funny how far monday feels from sunday.