Birthdays are heydays for the young in spirit

but a plague for the dead in mind

A chance to forge a way out of the past and remember the future

forgive the forgotten and find a hold on the unknown

sighing the suppressed joy of not yet having to taste death

and demeaning the fear of having to face it unexpectedly

a renewed urge not to be told to learn something

but discover a little of the largely revealed  or hidden

celebrating  the ones around and mourning the lonesomeness


even if i look 16, feel 30 and are somewhere in the middle

i only can say

Happy birthday to me in 5 minutes 🙂



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