Maybe, I'll get it right the next time.

Your birthday. Yesterday was strange, a day unlike any other, more special than most, more memory filled than most. Really, it's became so hard to forget everything that has shaped me. The protection you kept pouring. The boosts you kept giving. The life that I spent a few years running away from but now can't run towards anymore.

We felt a similar pain. We listened to each others pain. We said “fuck that” to each others agony. Always, a phone call away, except for the one that mattered the most. I wish I picked up to tell you about all the turmoil I go thru, maybe then you’d be more okay with your own.

The sunset screamed a heavenly essence, Los Angeles felt you. Out in the cold, on 7th, with a candle lit, singing our youthful tunes. Lil rob’s summer nights on a winter day, hoping by some miracle i’d get to watch the sun come up just one more time. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll get it right the next time. Maybe I won't run away tomorrow. Maybe I'll be an escape artist for the rest of my life. Maybe, my addiction to change will die down. Maybe, just maybe, I'll get it right this time.

Although, the same but different, at least I see more clearly.