A day for cake and ice cream
A day where my teeth may rot
Showered in gifts
Yet feeling old was not a wish
A period gone, a period ongoing
How has my spine not collapsed from the exhaustion?
How have I not crushed my tired bones underneath my own weight?
How do the grays end at 25?
The digital space is a funny mistress
A peachy princess misses her stars
A pocket monster chases me through the rice paddies
An average Sunday to be had
Cheers to the years that had gone by
Cheers to the years that will continue on
Cheers to all who spread their wishes
Happy birthday me