My birthday.
A friend asked, "How are you celebrating?"
I answered, "At this age, ain't much of a celebration."

When I was little, I had always looked forward to this date.
Why?
Because I had always believed it was my special day.
That special and better things were on my way.
And most amazingly, I had believed that I was deserving of them.
A feeling that was so long ago, so distantly far away.
Another fairy tale story that I used to believe in my childhood.

Today, I bought myself a set of colour pencils as my birthday gift.
To remind myself of my childhood imaginations.
Perhaps, I would learn to believe in them again.