Feb 20, 2017
Birthdays may or may not be another product of corporations, yet another capitalistic ruse - but this one? One to remember.
Today consisted of an assortment of affection, translated into books, sentiment and kind words, lack of crime, various clothing attire, objects that could otherwise be considered meaningless, cake, a rose, and beyond it all - the company of those who’d come to be constants in his life. A type of twisted, convoluted, family - sense of community.
Birthdays, much like everything else, were only worth the value one attributed to it. And today, he’d been placed in the position of attributing quite a bit of value to it.
And he was thankful, in a way he never really thought he would be. In a way he’d never expected to be.
