Clearly, I hadn't written anything for a month. From work deadlines to hospital confinements to even more work deadlines... How could I not get caught up?
As the days flew quickly, it was rather a harsh jolt that made me realize that it was already August. Sure, I do see friends posting some stuff every 1st day of the month. All those clichès and generic Facebook status posts that get passed around. Hooray for optimism!
I kinda lost that overzealousness since I felt grown-up. The adage "Don't grow up, it's a trap" hits my case bigtime.
My birthday is approaching. I see it now as a day to celebrate with people because I'm given another year. Dining and parties, that pretty sums it up. Heck, do I need to throw one?
Assuming that the feelings department have not yet been severed, birthdays cause a bit of strain too because my-age-at-the-moment and the where-i-am-now issues are kinda going different ways. This thought perturbs me. I fall asleep with these woes sometimes. Quite disheartening, actually.
What I want is to be alone. To spend that day giving myself what I truly want. I want to breathe. To give praise and pray because I am alive.
Lie on a mat by the beach, read, write, draw, do all those things that i love while seeing the waves kiss the shore.
Sometimes you get what you wish for, and sometimes you don't. For once, can I hope that it will be about time that I can be? Oh August, please be extra good. And just an afterthought, those nude pumps are forever fab so please sparkle even more August!
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