Difficult

Writing is difficult when I'm really happy.

Not rays. Not beams.

Band of shadow,
bands of sun,
bend like wrists,

like time,

like night,
make lists.

December 23: time can't actually bend, night can though.

Monday on Monday

Monday is an important day for me.

Monday on Monday so far away,

 can't we have Monday on Saturday?

 Even Monday on Sunday would be fine with me,

 time flows onward, but never freely.

 Monday on Monday is too much,

Monday on Monday is never soon enough.

I need a camera, so when I need a "Monday" picture and flickr has a notable dearth of suitable "Monday" pictures, I can capture a suitable "Monday" picture. 

afterthought, December 10: this "Monday on Monday" concept seems pretty legitimate, I hope I'm not experiencing cryptomnesia.

Indecison

Questions

If I'm not supposed to over-analyze things, what am I supposed to do?
My brother says I moved his basketball, but I didn't. Who did?
Is it the same entity that "steals my shoes!" in the morning before school?

I'd like to take all of my impulses and put them in a sack with two cinder-blocks and throw them in the river, but if I did that, what would be left of me?