Bonds

Happy birthday

or more like happy belated birthday -

I'm a day late -

but still

you're fourteen now

same as you were a week ago

but older

You'll be driving in what, two years?

we're so old

I am a notebook

spiral bound

spinning down the length of the paper

twisting

turning

twirling

until I hit the bottom

and then I spin back up

the lines passing by quicker and quicker each time

Mediocre

boring

bland

drawn-out

not over yet

a story with an unfinished ending

an experience so mediocre its bad

a full life dotted with holes

gaps in my well-being