I do, I really do. Do want to revive my inner thoughts. Like a lab rat that I cannot hold back, it tunnels through my head every 2.5714 seconds.
The thrill of sliding down the tunnel of eternal sloth is growing on me like river moss. And it is not just any moss. Lime green filled with envious slime that taste of eternal bitterness.
It’s not like me to be so. Feel so helpless to be fast approaching a number much dreaded and still playing this childish game of envy.
Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to you.
° happy perhaps (me)