Although days such as these aren't bad, they seem to be the days I forget the easiest. Days where I smile, laugh, have little abstract moments that, if I thought too much about it, I would question the overall existence which is my own self. All days such as these, feel like Mondays.
DEFINITELY not Friday
But the simple days we know as Mondays.
The simple days of Mondays.
I don't know what overcomes me on days like this, maybe the sky or the routine ground that feels stale. I don't know what it is, but Mondays just aren't significant. On days such as these, I often feel nothing in my existence, I simply live just to go through days like Mondays, I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I just know, days like Mondays, aren't meant for me.