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I almost put my head Through a window, today But I'll tell them I was birdwatching And the clouds got in my way I almost put my self Through a window, today But I hope that by tomorrow I won't feel this way So I'm looking out the window And I see a shade of you Wishing that I could feel something Other than black and blue I'm looking out the window And I see your beautiful face, The only pop of color In my washed-out gray Now we're looking out the window, You've put some water on the stove And although my tea's still steeping I already feel half as cold Oh, we're looking out the window And I ask, "what do you see?" Just to turn my head towards you to find You smiling back at me So baby, let's go birdwatching To see what we can find I don't need things or money, I just wanna share your mind And when we go out birdwatching They say, "leave your valuables at home" But every time that we go out I'm with the most valuable person that I know I almost put my head Out the window, today Just wanted to go birdwatching And the clouds, well they've gone away I almost put my head Through the window, yesterday But now that it's tomorrow I'm glad that my baby's gonna stay -a.b.

what if we didn’t share a birthday? Christmas Day would roll around and I’d celebrate with my loved ones my birthday my traditions and your birthday would fade into the other 364 days a distant memory of the mother I once had what if I didn’t wake up and feel the ache of missing you the ache of all the mean, misplaced words you said amidst the bright eyed joy of stockings stuff and brown paper packages what if I wasn’t flooded with every birthday tea party every Christmas birthday dinner every shared celebration what a cruel thing whether I blame you or life to share your birthday with the person who harmed you the most I wish I could erase my history with a sigh but I can’t we’re two sides of the same coin inextricably connected across an eight hour time difference on one holy day out of the year I can’t think about celebrating my birthday without thinking about the birthday you celebrated laboring to bring me into the world a goddamn Christmas miracle

I know you never intended to be in this kind of world everyone hopes that their time will be very precedented everyone hopes for normalcy stability community to go to work and to come home and to eat their dinner with a fork and a knife and not be filled with dread for all that happens on the other side of their front door but these are not those times all of existence is swelling and pushing like a bloated pile of flesh desperate to move in a direction whatever that may be we do not have the luxury of ignoring its many piercing eyes peeking in through our windows we cannot block out the gurgling moans pouring out from deep within its putrid mass through the rotting teeth of its many mouths we the people whether directly or indirectly have created this bulbous flesh monster with our greed and our consumerism our jealousy and envy our dogmas our inability to accept and meet one another where we’re at and as we are and the cells multiplied rapidly engorging themselves on our hatred apathy complacency it’s on our doorstep now can you hear it? can you hear the squelching? the groans from echoing from our monster? you didn’t intend to be in this world with this responsibility but you’re here all the same what will you do about the flesh monster at your door?