simple truths

Yes, it's your birthday. So what? You were born. Beginning the same way everybody was formed. Here's some news, though not new to you Your birth was no more unique than the rest. We all start in like manner, now forgive my candor, but we'll each rot in the dirt or be ash for decanter. It's not the day of our birth or the sign of our sun it's the waves we create the ripples in the pond. Objects in motion tend to stay in motion, unless acted on by a force, but that force is not death. Dying only moves you out of the way, so all the waves you create become future, time & space. Your birthday means nothing, it's what your everyday makes in a lifetime before death seizes your fate.

Raging mad and helpless, small outside, but inside looking through eyes as big as they ever will be. Cheeks flush with embarrassment. Saturated in disparagement. A little boy sits silent, in use of astonishing self-control most grown-ups could never employ. Knowing the hand that beats is also the hand that feeds He swallows a sturdy pride, to save it for later in life. For now he'll just hide. Still steaming and boiling A nuclear explosion, going off deep inside. It baffled those who watched on, how this tiny child carried on constructing the most amazing inner architectural feat. A wall so high and so deep, even now  that those two little feet are full-sized, he can't seem to scale it, the man inside now walking on in heavy steps paved with pride.