A birthday note
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all right. So today, this one is for the black hole boy to have taken birth with the limos and the Lasses where when the umbilical cord was cut and the naked body was waged for the world to see and all its whistle glory before the world was very different in or learned his lines. In this fourth and glittering world, you are a bright, wide neutron star with a wide open mouth taking in all of the light with their alliance. And you were one of the lights, the light for light, as bright and beautiful as your eyes. Force teams being the first side ever there are grabbing the primary state of an individual by holding possessions off the mind, leaving them with all with each captivating tiny movement. You know, people are just as beautiful and wonderful. Last sunsets. If you love me when I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying softened the orange beer on the right hand corner. I don't try to control a sense it I watch withal as it unfolds in both sunsets and people are equally as. And you know, the breaking news today is that my most deal, man. Turn 20. And today I celebrate every variation off your boys Because how areas where they're supposed to get here. You know, my I left my your sales are twice as alive as mine. I believe the difference is the arrangement of a few atoms. People like the humans like wildflowers. And if we attempt to possess them, deal with it. Like next to them in fields. Hold him under your team, tilt your head, do the side and look at them like they are the most beautiful thing that's going to die. Like how I was. We have seen you learning that you roll, you wass, you buy two wees and kiss CW's. You were happy little Wandell smashing opinions and setting fires to people's heart with you forever bubbling enthusiast The pride he must have failed from being loved immensely. When you have left pieces of yourself every place he must have visited celebrating every tiny with three, making people to ponder over what they have to do to have a conversation with you. And he had the privilege of picking your brain cad to brain. I'll attempt to explain D'oh, your cerebrospinal fluid. But I don't know. Where do I begin with that? I must say, for Lawler's compelling the beautiful, keen and gleaming brain if you because I pay attention to detail that I can't afford to miss that eternal in those brilliant ideas. Dopamine drama. Sigge. A lot of it. Emotions hope. Gold, diamonds, cigarettes. Put Teo Selten elaborated. Plans, stars magic, murder off reality dreams and what Not? Because I don't listen to your words. I want your face. I stand your eyes. I took out Tio our body language. I picked your tone. I make note off your use of words. I do that a lot. What you don't say, I interpret your silence is and most importantly, trust my because there is a uniqueness about the way you will not Apologetically remains to your thunderous correct with your presence shakes the organ Western standing ritually in the floor ofthe divine unpadded owned by any. You are capped elation within in to eat that only curiosity can explain. Humbled by your own sense of one. There is never will be never half bean and no one will ever see he there cannot exist. Another, you just not There are worlds within you and your life is written to be lived as a song. And although the cabins may at times feel off and the words well, not always it exists. An author of the noble EST intentions a distinct other whose voices closest always at the tone. You are the recitation, the reason the poem open your eyes tired. The sun rises for you. You're dancing, wakes the kingdom. You are forever and you are my only one. You know, it's the way you smile slowly at first and then old ones the right side. First, every time the corner of your mouth meets the corner off your honey almond eyes and conspiring with your dimple not actually a dimple. That dimple makes this constellation I haven't been able to name yet. Where you kind of wincing leave Brilliant. All I know I will be beautiful with the roofless parlour. Even absolute smart manner sitting right in front of me doesn't care about the consequences. No tall affair off the authorities, all in all opportunist states makes it their own rules. Those quick witted you were manipulated sometimes on DH, an absolute confident personality that facing who is all in all of this spontaneous on DH Golden Boy Because there's a part of you that's a critic constantly watching your own moves. And these part that's an observer. What sympathetic? Where there is me, What's in you? You know, some people are so there. There is no off create after them. So for me, my world wasn't roots in places but people they habits and faces on DH like the moon he wass there for all the world to see. Also like the moon. There were parts of him hiding in plain sight that had yet to be discovered. You know what, always asking me questions. You They always have had a curious question. From what I know, a few How would I describe you? You all have things that represent us. Where you there smiling so sweetly behind your hands is one of those things. Your authenticity is mesmerising. You're one of the rare ability is captivating. The floors are intent, Ally. It is breathtaking. He love is spell bounding. You are that like way Do I begin? Words just aren't enough to describe you. You Jeannie's off storytelling you over Jenner's in warm man. You're special soul. You taught me so much about life. You made me a better at my craft to Lille. Irreplaceable. I monsieur so dearly that I could feel my heart Do our sums hold. Every time I'm near here and I'm not even a dancer, my body can even do a basic move. And you have my internal organs doing the perfect lips. What are you? Perhaps I know you will look back and say if I call me crazy stating how I wrote this in fact saying these and easily played it. But I believe it's no plus to say that it's true how it is not possible that being such a sensitive dual as the eyes interacted a musical instrument as the years and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves asked The brain can experience itself. Is anything less than Matt as you wonder and I doing after somebody who knows what I mean. And if you don't know what to make of thiss 10 reluctantly, I think that if I could go to a place outside of myself, if I could become the ever present observer, if I could fear into the space that is occupied by the mind, it would appear to me in all and comm passing light grade. I imagine it would be very much like wide open food. On a two night, perhaps the night of the summer's salts ties lost black grey shapes. Brush Bailey was a boom in all bound little flashes called flickers. White flames The loo. Millicent Call off too many flights from one hemisphere of the conscious to the other, sifting a million minute electricity's pop rocks popping each second, pulling my focus like little dot connecting constellations every single time I think of you, you know, sometimes a few as though in your lives infancy. Jihad Fashion for yourself, a gilded cup and filled it unendingly from the fountains of joy, beauty and drinking, toasting lavishly to the weightlessness, wishes and dreams, all the while saying to yourself, Days yet some time and so much wonder to this world you will spend two days is covering into feeling secure in your Bible demand forever more, and that the world came with all its confusions. It's inconsistencies, it's false snares, and it's maddening. Bleakness. Tasked Angel Look of sunny days. Two thunderstorms and that life thin enough to offer to you in a cup off which he shackled to my wrist and let me to the board of sorrow and TV snares and you dutifully fruit cop again and again, saying life is short. Life is made of made off for the doers and he who dreams sleep his life away and you will be a great man in the ages of those who will never occupy, Your mayor said today, I'll tell you he is that we could die that lived for pleasure, for art, beauty, charm Hey off those who worship the senses. And so he was possessed by his own intellect. She delighted in making him aware of his one track mind. Counting on to his ability is known and later nothing less could stave his fits, his passion even when they were barely speaking. I have never truly felt like I was understood by anybody I've been to comfortably on DH have bean very brave, but never truly hold. Hardly an entirely reciprocated. But the new landed here and we were rain. The consistency of the seas, less monsoon aff energies was so fluid, so unreal that I could not help. But ever since trying to believe their existence. It was these with you. I think it was about to learning off my defences, my conditioning games. I forget them all. I figured the mall see you each day between bit practising, the learning became my favourite. That has me smiling for you. So I was made to smile. I acknowledge you for that to a more natural state. A boundless stare. For these times, with you, I bloom with such exquisite enjoyment and superfluous flow that the very ripples of my being seemed to show up as, uh, crescendo crescendoed echo on a moonlit mirror, looking back and me And you're ever talking eyes like it was the absence of external orientation that defined. And it is our own world because you are me because I am. Do you, you know, with women crave action, they are interested in What do you have to say? But they're drawn to the way you act. She'll fall. We're consistency. And I hear I promise to always pay attention to your intention. CE and not is your actions. Because I know that love has a steep learning curve, and I know that everyone everyone's in a wire that's just a side effect being human. When you love someone, you don't carry a blueprint. Hold hands, find faith and culture. With each passing day. You don't twist what's circumstantially convenient and cripple that loving it. I love the way every individually in some war, other minute ways is linked to each other, as if the universe is the only human alive.