You turned 20 today, and tomorrow I will write a bit more about it.

Tonight, I wish for nightmares and a cold sweat, which is sometimes the closest I can get to a decent set of thrills and chills. Desired only by those who can appreciate a murky bathtub of disgusting phantasmagoria for its insight on fear, a dream like this would make any undeserving victim squirm in mental distress. “Call.” I will slash a tsunami of flashbacks into thirds with razor-sharp will as turmoil leaks into the wide pores of my worthy forehead! This act alone is a sport similar to the art of cooking a fried egg…

But it is now tomorrow and today at the same time and cooking eggs is only seven hours away. I couldn’t help but notice the concealed joy in your eyes while I sat to watch you sunbathe earlier in the day. This sways me to believe that you take nothing for granted. It is an act. You are splitting waves on a much larger scale than I could ever have pictured. Complexity is genuine. Thank you and happy birthday. I love you.