birthday at hotel cafe

don't know if i'll be ringing it in at my parents house.
would be fun though.
maybe.


don't know if i'll ever feel like i did that one day.
that moment when you and i were so close.
perhaps.


don't know where i'll be next week, five years, or ten.
if i'll ever really feel comfortable in my own skin.
possibly.


don't know if we'll get passed it all and finally hold hands.
if each eye- twinkled ends in the instant it begins.
probably.



i do know that faces come and they go.
flickering through my life at least.
and it's always nice when they stay awhile.



i do know some of the very best dreams come true.
some of the terribly worst too.
but i'd rather have 'em, then have none at all.



i know that people are busy.
such busy bodies.
i know that a body gets tired.
busy being tired.
i know something about days when you can't get out of bed.
life too heavy and full of nothing, unable to lift your head.
something about being so elated and frustrated cause you wish you could fly.
or feeling nothing no matter how hard you tried.
something about forever days.
about never days.



so this year...
while i'm still here
spitting words
writing something down
trying to feel
it would be nice to see you again.



maybe a latter party to follow.
but as of now, just hotel cafe on friday.
hey.
it's okay.
for us, there will always be a way.