If you don’t know that everything is connected in some divine scheme, then your eyes have been closed for too long. Here I am sitting in a bed that I do not own, in a house I cannot support. I sit here and think of times, of people that I have once loved. Birthdays, time, faces. I understand now, why people love who they love. I don’t mind. I can’t use deep, meaningful words like others can. We all resemble each other in the imagination of the already mentioned, skewing their thoughts of what they think we should be. I will stay up late, like others have. I will want to be your friend. I have made a connection with you from the start. We’ve both had a lover in the same body. This is how it is. This is how it’s always been. I have a special birthday. So does everyone else.