Sunday

I'm coming to realize..I hate sunday mornings. I wish they never existed.. and just have it be monday right away. Trying not to deal with those realizations of what went on during the weekend. Those fleeting memories you try to push back but deem to be too important to ignore. Endless moments of what happened, where and with whom. I am a weekend warrior and these are the hours I sheath my sword still stained from the social connections I have severed and destroyed. These are the hours I lay vulnerable stripped away from my blood stained armor. I have never understood what a bloody sunday was till today. Yet here I lay..pouring salt on the wounds and adding insult to injury. Each scar obtained a symbol of self awareness. Each wound inflicted a testament of who I am and what I've become. Here I lay dismembered and distraught reveling in this aura, this inevitable demise, this fear of being real. Here I am with fresh eyes again adjusting to the light..with fresh insecurities disguised as emotional bruises to an ego forever drowning with empty promises of a better tomorrow. Here I am a product of my own self inflicted inebriation folding the corners of inadequate epiphanies..destined for greatness but settling for hints of mediocrity. Here I am and I've come to realize...I hate sunday mornings. I wish they never existed...