Isn't it sad that every year I do this, right about this time, aware that the next day I have to go to work and in a place I am not somewhat familiar with and in some other part of the world it is Keanu's birthday and apart from feeling a little bit left out I just feel extracted from mine, continually sulking that I am not in his. My Outlook reminder was set as Event: Keanu's birthday, and Location: Somewhere underneath some broad. Yes, that's as much thought as I have put in this.
So even if you are or are not underneath some broad, or just sitting alone in a cafe sipping wine and wondering why you are 40 and look great, and or why you are content and not fulfilled with how your life turned out, or proposing to your girl just before she gives you that birthday fuck we all know you enjoy. Whatever you are doing it cannot be as sucky as what I have to do, trust me on this and it hurts that this is the way it is.
This one is on me:
It came from yesterday to a time that would lead to tomorrow, to a time that I thought you would find me, to the time when I would look at you and not feel the needle pierce my skin as I long for a way to say I do not hurt, I do not ache, I do, but not as much. It came from yesterday to that time when we were unknowing of what could come to be, of what one stare could cause us to believe...It came from yesterday and it runs to... endlessly.
For Keanu, endlessly...
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