A celebration for himself, at his house, by himself.

He let the world revolve on its own as he evolved on his own.
Trying to pretend that everything is okay.

It's okay to be in the situation he can't really explain,
but he know exactly how it feels.

It's okay to be in mix feeling:
Alone, miserable, trouble, hope, lie, pain, burst out crying, step back, amazed,
lazy, sick, inconsistent, blessed, complex, proud, convoluted, silence, stuck, sweet,
rise up, fall down, invisible, brown sugar, ice chocolate and hot black coffee.

Is there anyone who looking for 35 degrees celsius, as he do?
To blow the candles together?

Some words are taken from
"The Book of Forbidden Feelings" by Lala Bohang