BIRTHDAY

BIRTHDAY

KNOWING THERE ARE COLOURS AND KNOWING THE SMELL OF PINK, I’M FOLDING LAYERS LIKE DAYS NUMBERING. LIKE NEW YEAR WISHES OUT OF VERBAL INERTIA. I BECAME THE STREAMLINE PULLING THROUGH THE TRAUMA OF NEVER ENDING. PULLING THROUGH THE CLEAR VISION OF NON EXISTENCE. I KNOW THIS ROAD BECAUSE IT OWNS ME SINCE LONG. FEAR NOT OF THE PERDITION FOG WHEN YOU MEET ME. I’LL GUIDE YOU OUT OF IT IF YOU DARE TO FOLLOW (remember me to tell you how this road is not about length, but about depth).

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