sunday.

somedays, the days to recollect seem like sundays that always want to correct, those fun days that gave us our step by step, always sundays, somewhere. that's what i overheard on the street yesterday, when i was riding down the street yesterday. that's what everyone seems to hear when all they think about is what they want to hear. that's what i think about when i want to see when all i think about is who i want to see. sundays brings mondays closer towards those some days that make us hate our ways. coldhearted seats were stained black and white, grey spots of maybe and might. it's the break up that broke some stuff in my head, it's the set up that broke some jumps in my bed, it's the process that broke some bonds in my banks, and the high that broke some money in my bank. i can't seem to breathe, and i can't seem to see, why a little girl like sundays makes me high somedays.