happy 50

Hi, yesterday you were suppose to be 50.

Happy birthday to you.

I miss you a lot.

I think a lot about you, sometimes you drive me insane.

I wanna have you back, whatever it takes.

I sometimes think… about us. Literally.

Just the two of us, without mother, without brothers.

We live together in honey and chocolate bar, everything is just too sweet.

I find us in an island, isolated, I wont care.

Whatta beautiful vision I have here. A sadly fake vision.

I hear ocean breezes, day and night.

I hear nothing but those, or sometimes nothing at all.

We see each other but we don’t talk much, I know.

We love silence more than anything, I know.

We drink coconut and once in a while eat it as well. No syrup no sugar.

We eat fish a lot, even both of us never really like fishes.

But what can you say? Sometimes we don’t have any choices.

Yes, we always have a choice.

Except death.

Sea is salty, father.

Sometimes we dance.

That bongo congo or some kind of latin songs repeatedly play along.

Where did you get that kind of taste?

Under the moonlight or if it’s raining we do in front of the fireplace, sometimes.

We are nocturnal.

It’s divine, I admit.

You drive me to town, and we do groceries.

We watch james bond series, I wont peek at the kissing scenes.

But I’m 17^th, you know?

We always love those james bond movies.

While you’re drinking your liquor, I drink my milk.

You smell amberish.

I now use vanilla scent.

Don’t you think it should be tropical?

You cracked me inside.

Deep and long crack you made there.

Well, I know you didn’t did it on purpose, but still.

Its broken.

Its hard to mend the pieces back together.

But I’ve tried at least.

Like I always tried to like meatballs.

Do you know, I never really like meatballs, sorry I think you should know now.

Do you feel responsible?

No, you shouldn’t.

Just sleeptight there, okay?

Happy birthday to you.