(Source: yourwordshadmeconvinced)
Impatience.
There’s good impatience, and there is Monday impatience. The good impatience is that feeling you get just before you open your eyes on the morning of your birthday. The zzzzrrripppp of wrapping paper as you tear it off a Christmas present. The second before you know someone is going to say they love you for the very first time.
And then there is the Monday impatience. I’d like to turn that feeling off. On Sundays, because that’s when the dreaded Monday impatience starts to appear. The one we try to nip at the bud before the thought invades the weekend-drugged mind, making its way through our veins like poison ivy. The black smudge on a clean, white Sunday morning.
That feeling you get when you know that tomorrow.. tomorrow is Monday.
(And yes, I know what day it is)
Pick apart
The pieces of your heart
And let me peer inside
Let me in
Where only your thoughts have been
Let me occupy your mind
As you do mine
Geetanjali:
2012, you’ve got a lot to live up to!