Every day of Everyday

Monday wants me to go to work. To abandon my bed. The one that held me comfortably as the storm of tomorrow pass by. The shift of time that took all my breath-my life. Telling me that yesterday is over. Tuesday wants me to meet people who call themselves friends. Who would cry in front me. Who would beg for my sympathy. Who would swallow my existence for them to keep. Force me into a hug. Sucking my warmth. All I feel is coldness inside. How that connection is so awkward yet she craves it. But someone taught me that pretending to like someone is easier than caring with real feelings. I have a lot of real feelings, maybe that's the reason why she always cries. Wednesday wants me to talk to people who proclaimed they love me. In situations I need to make small talk with them. Small talk with them makes me want to run a marathon. Running a marathon makes me want not to stop running. My whole life is full of running away. Running away from people who don't want me to stay. Running away from salvation. Running away from happiness. Thursday makes me want to sleep the entire day. I like sleeping. Except Thursday makes me want to sleep anywhere. On the jeep while commuting, in my classes, during lunch. Once I gave in to Thursday. I woke up the next day. Feeling that it's still Thursday. Friday. Friday makes me want to cry. Not that i am sad i-want-to-cry cry but that cry that clogs your nose and gives you a pounding headache after. The one that makes you want to sleep. Saturday doesn't want me to rest. I try to wake up past eight but Saturday always wakes me up at six in the morning. Saturday is tiring. I just can't bear the thought of being with Saturday. Sometimes i even wish that Saturday is Thursday but every night Saturday keeps me awake. Just to think about things, anything. I'm not a fan of Sunday. Sunday makes me want to go to church. To list all of the sins this body made. To remind me that I am a sinner. Sometimes i don't wanna go to church. Have you ever felt your body burn without the heat without the flames. Going to church on Sunday makes me feel exactly like that. And it's really confusing sometimes, because there are days that a day looks like another day. Monday sometimes acts like Tuesday. Tuesday looks like Friday. Saturday exchanges with Wednesday or Sunday.. It's so damn near annoying that I sometimes cannot tell the difference between each day. And there are days that a single day feels like a week. And those days are the hardest ones to deal with. I crave for seashells on those days. There is just something so appealing about cracking a body open and crawling out of it.