Hello, Jules

Hello, Jules

You were the Friday of the week
The brightest ray of sunshine
The comfort in the sea of stranger
"The Jules of the year"

And just like that
The stone's getting heavier
The expectation's bar keep rising

Knock knock
The reality came
Waking me up
Telling me the feeling is no longer mutual

The coffee turned cold
The chocolate gone sour
The cake left untouched
Came down the rain in dry season

July is still there
Stand firm in the middle of the year
But it ain't Jules
Because there's no Jules
Not anymore



Xoxo,
I was never your Friday

Hello, Friday

Hello, Friday.

The fairest of them all.
The one that people always thank God for.
The day every one's been waiting all week.
Friday.

Most people loathe Monday, others get tired with Tuesday.
They barely live on Wednesday and Thursday.
And everyone's glorifying Friday.
While Saturday and Sunday just fly by.

What have you done to earn the special spot, Friday?
- God given, I assume.

People are like that.
Some are born God-given-Friday, they effortlessly enchant every one.
Thing is, not everyone's born with the charm.
They were born quiet, they were born wallflower, they were born socially awkward.

Like days-that-are-not-Friday, people unconsciously lessen the value of a-not-God-given-Friday-people.
Under-appreciated.

Lucky you, Friday.



Xoxo,
a-Tuesday-born.