Go figure.

Almost 2 decades of existence and i possess the resemblance to an organic decaying matter. Nothing akin to the twinkling constellations above or a 10 year old doe-eyed lass oblivious of the decadence of the universe clad in florals blowing bubbles and the like. If it were up to traditions or the silver screen the backdrop of it occurs in the form of frolicking comrades chorusing that annual verse. In reality : those verses are chorused virtually by 60% of strangers 20% acquaintances and 20% actual pals. You can only hold a smile for so long after that its just teeth.