Happy Birthday to myself

No lights on, the candle has exhausted, so as my soul. Looking at the flashing tv screen, the subtitles came on in succession, no pictures or words registered to me.The white walls flicked following the tv screen, sound has transformed itself into incomprehensible noise before reaching hearing senses. Nothing matter anymore. So just let the layer of time overlap on each other, burying the inner sorrow deep down. Layers over layers, knot tied onto another dead knot, to the point of no return. Someone flip on the light, or throw me a thunderstorm. Till then the only thing i could do is sitting there for another half century of solitude.

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