All the rules have been broken
The birthday card expresses the same thing each, those exact same words each and every year. It's been that way since we were small. 33 years! It's funny somehow that a year goes by yet the writing remains exactly the same. Those few words explain everything. Short and sweet, in order, rigid, in the right place, no mistakes, no bumps in the road, no wrinkles, no creases. It's almost like holding your breath. but no body can live like that. It's everything that I don't want to be. I've been contained in a tiny box that I have been spilling over the sides for years. They kept squashing me back in. But now I'm too far down the line. I burst through the sides and its messy and all over the floor. The balloon burst a while ago yes this is true but that box remained in tact tightly around my heart. Now the sides are all broken and I laugh because cardboard and rules were never going to keep me in. Its like an invisible barrier that no one dares to cross. Like the