there was something excessively tragic in spending your birthday
in a place, you have so many strange, twisted and old memories of.
i am not saying i was not happy to be there again, it is just that you know,
when it is all coming back to you and you are overwhelmed with a history.
your history. someone else`s history. your flashbacks, your pain, your glory.

we have been there and out, right?
more, than just one time.
i cried a whole river back out then.

there was something magical to see over your precious land from above.
blue lights and illuminations, glorious streets, wonderful hidden corners.
cheesecakes, lightning candles, flowing Milky Way above your very head.

tropic of Scorpio? tropic of Cancer?

i loved it most.
...
i loved it stupidiously much.