Updated: May 13, 2021
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.
In other words, I can't really tell the difference between the weekends and the weekdays anymore. It’s a good thing. Yeah.