in five lines

i have to write a concept for a 5 and a half minute movie in 5 lines
i have to figure out frank llyod's style and make one of my own.
i have to still think about the five lines for the concept.
i have to go to bathroom coz my stomach is not keeping well.
not at all
i have to not write a song right now.
not even try to
i have to think of the five lines to write

it was my birthday on a wednesday in the past.
it was in february.
i just came and went.
thats when i thought of my lines.
i still have to write them down.

i was thinking about my birthday.
no i thought about the five lines on my birthday.
this is what i thought

birthday, and death. you reach closer but you still smile.
you smile every birthday till you die.
each year a part of you dies for all that you have done to all that year.
you've killed yourself smoking a little and not imagining anymore.
you die when you realise its easier to lie quietly without anything that could possibly kill you anymore and then start imagining.

no. this is not what i had thought on my birthday.

this is what i had thought the day my nani went away.

people who are a part of you go away sometimes and most of the time without telling to you about them leaving. others still there try and hide this mistake of the dead by clearing out any signs of them. the rest around you cry till you reach and then suddenly dont once you're there. but then they're like that. but why does society be so inconsiderate to your personal piece of YOU.

that's not it either.
maybe its a little bit of both. i do work with a lot of my personal part of me inside my work. some people say its not a good idea to make personalness a part of professionalness. but if you are the work. then a piece of you cannot be a part of it. or then again, if you're collecting all your parts to make you including your work and yourself, then i guess its all packed together.

your birthday, the day you die. there's some time between that.