Garden of Your Mind

I will show you fear in a handful of dust

Last Saturday was my reluctant birthday.  The day commemorating my burst from womb those 26 years ago.  Twas my golden birthday.  I hate my birthdays usually, but the lead up and the fall out of this one has been the worst.  Well, the worst so far.  I have become a hollow shell, not to mention incredibly unhappy over the past few weeks.  God, fuck this shit.