Happy Birthday To Me!

No rain tonight
The room is hot, too hot
Still air and the smell of dampness creeps through my window
I'm alone and far away from home
My life is now a chain of broken dream rooms
I like it that way
I can't go backwards, but weary to move forward
Death makes life easier somehow
Less choices
Less masks
Less of everything, except grief
Lot's of grief
Can't get far enough away