The days they bleed into each other like different colours unto the canvas, and with the rain they seem to do so with even more abandon.
The bookends to a week seem more foreign by the day, though it will always remain a reminder on calendars and through the collective sigh heard as the weekend comes.
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In other words, I can't really tell the difference between the weekends and the weekdays anymore. It’s a good thing. Yeah.
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