Spurious Sundays

"I'm knocking on all these doors, but no one is behind them, only empty rooms."

I’m so tired of being sad, of crying

my Saturday away, like I had a spare day.

But time spent in my head,

(In this solace I call my daydreams.

Just a nap)

Is always better than time outside, right?

Fresh air and sunshine are the real enemies

giving me this false sense of

Joy, like tomorrow isn’t Monday,

like I won’t have to continue this miserable

cycle for weeks and weeks to come.

As if my goals aren’t out of reach, as if the Monster in this body isn’t lying to me.

Life flashing before my eyes and

all I can think about is

whether or not I embody the Aesthetic;

It's killing me, my Expectations are killing me.

But it’s my opinions and dreams and judgements that all

create her in this muddled vessel.

Author's Note

Quote by Ryan Tippery
The thumbnail is art by the great Noel Badges (@noelbadgespugh on Tumblr).
I do not own either the quote or the art.