Pre - Birthday Black Sun .

The hideous word birthday is literary under my skin these days. Everyone smiling at you, with semi-cared expression, showing their joy that ypu exist.
The brutal truth?!
Who actually cares if you were born on this day?!...
Let's simplify things. Imagining you din't exist, what would your friends do? Have other friends. Know somebody else appealling to them. Share different moments. Yes. It is the truth. Everyone is so happy you were born because they can't really imagine the Spectacular Now without you. But, think, do you try to imagine your own life without your friends? No, right?
Too much questions.
I am sullen ow because my pre-birthday mood instead of happy jumping is set to thinking of the probable non-existence. Mhm. Depressing? Not even close.
You know, Death Cab For Cutie are a great band. I love their style. Recently, I've been listening to their song, Black Sun, and I find it quite melancholically awakening. It opens your eyes of the world outside. Wheter the girl on the station, waiting for her bus, is eating and laughing, or the boy, beneath the muddy stairs, is upset about last night fight... Do you first think of their birthday? I don't think so. They are players in the same game as we are. Our imagining their problem is a part of the game. Yes. And when we have friends we don't imagine. We ask them. We get know them. We suppose. But don't actually imagine.
And don't think of the words "I can imagine how hard it is." followed by a brief sorrow. Come on, hardly anyone tells it because it is a statement of undoubted truth. Most of them just feel the need to tell something. I got it recently by meeting a semi-stranger. I was confused to keep quiet and say nothing. I shared my confusion. He answered he never feels uncomfortable to keep quiet. Then... I got it.
Most of the pre-birthday talking, the words of consideration and the trivial answers are indeed trivial .
My next step is to find the people that can aunderstand only by keeping quiet. That's not pure friendship. That's complicated art.
Of course, these are just thoughts of a sullen pre-birthday person. A Black Sun. 

   How could something so fair

 Be so cruel

When this black sun revolved

Around you