My weekend (by which I mean Sunday and Monday) melted and slid away like a candy bar left on the dash. I had freedom for a moment, and I could taste it. Oh, I tasted it. I felt alive for a brief 48 hours, breathing without anxiety and walking without the weight of wonder... did I do this right? did I say that wrong?.... And Tuesday morning comes in like an anvil, falling on my soul with the pressure of what they call "real life" until I can't breathe, until I give in. Take me for another five days. Have my spirit for one more week. And when another weekend comes, I'll taste real life once more.