Saturday, nothing.
Today is an overcast day of dark clouds and threatening rain storms that could flood our streets with God’s tears and anguish.
Today is a melancholy day filled with listlessness, boredom and a strong desire for a nap that will let me flee from this reality and find a safe and comforting place in our dreams.
Today is a sad day in which my hear ponders the horrid and agonizing suffering that occurred the night before.
Today is a nothing day.
But tommorow, something quite illuminating will be created out of the nothing. And each day after will shine a little brighter.
Today is today, but tommorow is coming. Sunday is coming.
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