Sundays

For some reason I really love Sundays now. It may quite possibly be my most favorite day of the week. Yes, Sunday.

It's weird, in the past I've never really been a big fan of Sunday. Most stores were all closed, a lot of my friends couldn't do anything, you HAD to go to church, and you generally just happen to feel like a lazy blob on Sundays. Sundays were like a little speedbump that got in the way of my other "more important" activities.

But it's a little different now. I don't know if it's because now I have such a crazy hectic work schedule or if it's just because I have been plain busy but I actually look forward to Sundays now. I embrace it and I welcome it. Sunday's mean I get to have a break from "normal life." Sundays are like the light at the end of a dark tunnel that is six days long. Sunday gives me a chance to exhale and breathe normally. I feel like I am replenishing my strength, my mind, my thoughts. I decided it is very important to have a day like this.

Sundays are wonderful.
You just need a break sometimes you know?

ps.
There is this really weird song that I heard the other day. It creates the weirdest mood ever, it is almost unbearably depressing, yet somehow there is a sliver of happiness and hope weaved through it. It's like one of those songs you would hear in your mind as you were dying or something. I judge music the most by what type of mood it puts me in, I just can't tell what type of mood this song has. I am posting the lyrics because they are amazingly amazingly poetic, something that I love. It is full of meaning, yet somehow I don't know what it means haha. The words are golden though. Read them, but go listen to the song. It's better.

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here