Lunes.

I never hated Monday.

I always anticipate its coming.
Just like weekends
and slices of cake
and a sundae and
anything sweet.

Monday is a sweet day.
It fuels me; brings me into a realm
of intertwined dimensions.
I like Monday and its simplicity
disguised by weekend hangovers
and melo-drama trivialities.


I like Monday.
It reminds me that a busy week is ahead;
ensures me that I wouldn't die today;
that I have lived for the past weeks;
that I would carry on and on and on.

Monday is a day of hope.
It gives me reasons to do better than yesterday;
to live life to its fullest, or foolest;
to have fun, to hope and to work,
to love and to discover,
to explore the world.


*disclaimer: disclaimed.