The way I'm proud of this here kid, you'd think he's one of my younger brothers or something.
Xach, in a matter of a year, I've seen you turn the stage into an altar and boy did you sacrifice your tongue again and again. The sharp of it did not cut us unless it was necessary. Mouth a canal, each drop of blood and spit did not overwhelm us but instead got us safe, time and time again to our destination. We experienced every turn you took us through and did not spill. Your laughter a testament, your smile a holy so unmistakable - how you choose to be a perpetual summer despite the frostbite that tries to bury your alive. How fortunate are we to watch you shine still. The summer is not yet over. And this is how we know to not fear that whatever it is that'll forever lay claim to your breath will soon yell lights out.
Happy belated birthday bro. I hope your day was just as bright as you are. Carpe the heck outta the diem. We're all ready for your ascent.