This is just a line of a poem that will be most possibly born in the near future – it just came across my mind the very moment i wanted to type a title.

For all you don’t know i tell that since today 0:16 AM (so roughly 19 hours ago) i am in my eighteenth year of life – or in another words: today is my seventeenth birthday.

That event is in a nice contrast with the title of the post as you probably think now – but for me it doesn’t neccessarily need bad mood or sadness to write a sad or deep poem. It only needs a good idea or a word that lurks in my subconscience for a while then bursts out together with an almost completely formed poem idea.

I think i’ll only read today, write that poem and chat with people on msn. At least my b-day should be a workless one.