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Happy Birthday, Lan. I do love you. Even though you won our age first. ♥

They say I could dream--scheme. That I could dance and sing, and everything under the sun and moon. I could cry and scream; sob my eyes out or raise my voice to shatter glass. I could climb a mountain, swim an ocean--if I learned how to swim. I could write a speech, write a song, write a book. I could raise something up; I could bring something down. I could shine and I could fall, and in the end of the day, I could have the possibility to stand tall. I could try and I could break, and I could heal the correct way in time. I could love and laugh and lose, a little more each time. I could despair. I could hope. I could dream, and I could sing. I could fly. If only I remembered how.

Here's to searching. Here's to wishing. Here's to living, a little bit more.

You'd do well to remember that.

Drive-by.

Endings and beginnings. Halves and wholes. Existing, and the lack thereof.

Happy Birthday.

It's not four yet....