My birthday was the 1st of May... Or was it?

Mind you, dear chipmunks, this is a song I wrote on the 1st of May at 5:14 AM.

Its my birthday, today. I turned 22 right now. Approximately, anyway. Its a dreadful year. and a dreadful day. Its the worst year of my life… I hate the age of 22!

I am singing this note taking. Because I am desperate to do something other than be useful. I have actually no idea… what will happen. But I am praying to my, mine and thy Lord. That He will make it all work out in the end.

I have actually made a nice tone to this note taking. But I will probably forget about it years, or even mere days from now. But this is a clue. It is very, very, very slow except for the very, very, very part.

Wow, how do I even do this? How do I even make it Humorous? How do I have the clue to do… it? So I tell... My self...

Be strong, my sweet heart. Be strong and remember, you will be just fine. So long as you’re breathing and hearing and seeing and have the ability to keep smiling. You will be… just. fine. Don’t you worry, my firefly. You will be just fine. So long as you’re light keeps shining and blasting and firing and have the ability to keep lighting. You will be… just. fine.

OH, Lord. On this day… You willed for me to be… Born. Please grant me what I seek, and Will it for me like you did 22 years ago. On your own.

Lord, help me. Im suffocating here. Now. Tears. I can’t believe. This. Happened. Oh Lord, Please by your will, grant me what I seek and what I wish for. Grant me what my heart pleases and what would make it all… ALL… okay.

Because all I want is to be... just... okay. Happily okay... I don't want treasures or limestones, nor diamonds or crystals. All I ask for is riches in faith and in love and in all that my heart could own.

I want to look in the mirror ten years from now, and say, I made it, my dear chipmunks. I made it far. I made it beyond... what I ever dreamed of.

And I will look to the blues of the sky and raise my hands and flutter my eyes and tears will fall, but not from sorrow. They will cry themselves from happiness and joy and maybe, I'll even have a boy. He could be playing by my feet, clutching on the ends of my dress. And I would look at him. Sweet big eyes. So much colour in them. And I'll tell him, bless you my baby boy and I pray that no stress... comes. to. you.

And I'll love you forever like I loved your name from the day I turned seven. And I'll tell you all about the story of your name every night before you sleep.

And it'll be all okay, cause mama will hold your hand and repeat a phrase she told herself in her tough nights.

My sweet boy:

Be strong, my sweetheart. Be strong and remember, you will be just fine. So long as you’re breathing and hearing and seeing and have the ability to keep smiling. You will be… just. fine. Don’t you worry, my baby boy. You will be just fine. So long as you’re light keeps shining and blasting and firing and have the ability to keep lighting. You will be… just. fine.

And it will be all... okay. Yes. It will be all okay.

Love. You.