The Week

What stretches out before me seems to have the appearance and texture of shadow.
However, there does not seem to be an end to this dark and ghastly shape, in fact it does not seem to have any shape at all. All I know is that it is dark and brooding and seems to enjoy looming in the way.

I think I’ll call this manifestation, “The Week”. I know its existence is literally endless since by definition it is supposed to repeat over and over again, like it always has, sapping away at the souls of those silly enough to grow up(there are many of us) but still it’s existence and appearance does put a dampner on one’s spirits as if the previous encounters with it were any different.

Ode to Soul Savers

You are a gift
To my soul,
For you water it
With an essence
That only spills
From your lips.
You shimmer it
With a light
That doesn’t cast
A shadow,
And yet
leaves others
and myself feeling
Just as safe
As if we were hiding
In the shade.

Yesterday & Today

Is there ever a time

Where you are not stuck

In yesterday,

And me in today?

Is there a line where

The shadow lies on both our ends,

Where both our presents are one

And words bridge the distance?