after finally crashing to the floor from exhaustion,
he, without even knowing it,
passed out and woke up 12 hours later.
everything seemed different.
the air that billowed through the open window
smelled of lilacs
and the sound of the birds chirping from the windowsill
mixed in perfectly with the Amy Winehouse song he threw on,
and as he got his shit together and started feeling ready to face the world again,
he turned on the shower,
he felt himself smile.
felt the steam rise,
felt his bone rise
felt his depression subside
and felt glad that it was only Monday...
cause he had no idea what the hell happened since Thursday.
he did it again...