so it's a monday. not that anybody's keeping track. day of the moon, lunar daybreak, first day of the week but of nothing really new. last year was a stilt-and-run of slate grey afternoons fading into mimosa sunsets. sunbursts against velvet skies of city lights falling on evening eyes. making up excuses on the whim of the minute and buying myself handfuls of spared time. maybe that's all it ever was, borrowed time and borrowed pages from some other story i started on but hit a wall with. those days when i was growing a spine just to hear it snap.
sometimes i want all of it back. sometimes i want something even better.
