Sunday, February 02, 2014

Count The Candles.

Surround yourself with love,
from whenever and wherever you find it.
Feast on a cake, light as a cloud.
Suck the frosting off of 36 candles
and wind your new watch.

Sometimes I feel sorry for myself.
Sometimes I feel sad.
Then I just stop doing those things.

Because why? How?
In what realm does self pity have any space to 
take up in my life?

I am the luckiest man alive.
And I got the friends, family and cake to prove it.
Believe that.

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