Birthday
What a weird feeling. Birthdays change as you age. Not drastically, and not all at once.
Even for a birthday fanatic like me, somehow along the way they start to lose a little luster and shine. It feels a little more lonely with each year. Just by a fraction. And you never know how to explain it, but for some reason there’s a tiny speck that’s missing as each year goes by.
Maybe it’s just me.
All I know is that it’s 12:53 am. I’m 34. It is extremely quiet. Something is missing.
I wish I was somewhere else.