Year 13

Birthdays,

the day once a year when we celebrate the birth of a being

year 1

year 2

year 3

and so on.

For most, birthdays end when we fall to the grave and die, but for some they are celebrated for years after

but why is one person more important then another?

a controversial topic and many will debate for centuries to come

however what if you don't want to celebrate your expected lifespan shortening

the miserable years you've spent on this planet?

What if you want to sit in peace and crack the spine of a book and delve into it's stories instead?

Why should you be forced to talk to people you're forced to like, and call family, or put on a big triangle hat with the words in bold,

It's My Birthday! ?

Why don't we mourn for the years spent and the years lost?

I wish instead I could grieve about having to stay for another year, and keep going and going till death smacks me upside the head

year 4...

year 5...

year 6...

all the way to now a rip number of year 13...

Happy birthday, dear me, let's hope we make it till next year