Yes, today it's my birthday and all I want is to forget about it. It makes me quite melancholic (or I'd better say sad?) It is not any birthday, it is a turning point in life and that's quite scary, you know. I don't feel like celebrating, I feel more like escaping. Something I can't do, though. I must stay here and face the ugly truth.
Anyway, I have just found something which can console me a bit: a poem. I'll consider it the perfect gift arrived at just the right time.
A quote from it has just been posted by a blogger I follow on tumblr. I googled the name of the poet and found the whole poem. I like it, it touches my heart just in the place which hurts. Thanks a lot for this beautiful gift, darling unaware blogger.
