Thank you.

For being there for me

At my best

And worst

Times.

For allowing me

To emote

Even when

I feel

Less than

Human.

For holding me

For waking me

For surprising me

For nurturing me

For changing me

For loving me.

For providing me

A link

To my past

And future

Self

And

All humanity.

For teaching me

How to be heard

And

How to know

Who

Can hear me.

For connecting me

When

I need

It most

When

I need

To connect

With a ghost

When

I need

To be found

While I'm lost.

Thank you

For letting Mee

Lose myself.

Today

I will try

To see

The music

In everyone

In quiet whispers, wisdom flows,

Through the ages, deep roots grow.

Memories linger, shadows dance,

Hearts entwined in fate’s romance.

Time's embrace, a gentle sigh,

Old souls wander, never shy.

In the silence, stories breathe,

Threads of life, we weave, believe.

A Birthday Surprise the Heart Always Dreamed Of

…

To you, my wonderful Molly. May this story be a small reminder of how much you mean to me and how deeply I wish for each of your days to be as special as you are. Happy Birthday!

December 10th arrived with a true winter morning — cold but clear, with a light frost sparkling on every corner of the city. This was a special day — Molly Desmond’s birthday.

That day, Molly looked absolutely stunning. She wore a dark blue dress that highlighted her elegance and refinement. Her bright green eyes sparkled like precious gems, and her makeup, as always, was flawless, enhancing her captivating smile. The necklace around her neck was a masterpiece in itself, but it was impossible to look away, not only from it but from Molly herself — her grace, warm smile, and gentle charm drew everyone in like a magnet.

When Molly arrived at the club, her heart began to beat a little faster. A surprise awaited her here, though she still had no idea what it was. The room was filled with an atmosphere of joy and anticipation. Then, as the stage lights turned on and music filled the space, Tom Jones, the legendary singer she had dreamed of seeing, stepped onto the stage. This evening had turned into a true fairytale.

With a charming smile, Tom Jones wished her a happy birthday and performed her favorite songs, filling the room with the magic of his voice. Molly, forgetting everything around her, enjoyed every moment, feeling truly happy, as if she were in a dream.

With a smile and warmth, she thought of her friend V, who had arranged this magical evening for her. With each song, she felt more joy and wonder, realizing how special this thoughtful gesture was. As the concert came to an end, Tom Jones stepped down from the stage to personally congratulate Molly and handed her a bouquet of roses, making her glow with happiness. But the most touching moment was yet to come.

V, smiling, approached her with a small box in his hands. “This is for you, to remember this night,” he said, handing her a delicate locket with the words engraved inside: “For happiness, forever.”

Molly gently touched the locket and looked at her friend with warmth. She realized that not only the evening with Tom Jones would remain in her memory, but also this symbolic gift filled with the light of their friendship. They walked out of the club together under the soft glow of streetlights and the whisper of light December snow.

“You know, this day is one of the happiest in my life,” Molly whispered, smiling at V. He returned her warm smile and took her hand. And although the night was chilly, next to him, Molly felt only warmth and boundless comfort.

This evening stayed forever in her heart — not just as a birthday, but as a moment filled with light and sincere joy, a gift that only those who are truly dear can give.

Victoria Lunar

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P.S. If I'm not breaking any group rules, I'd like to ask you, my friends and followers, if it's not too much trouble, please share your thoughts on this story, and wish Molly Desmond a happy birthday. This person is very dear to me, and I want to surprise her.

That night I asked

and you answered

I knew then

you had read me

my Miranda Rights

I have the right to remain silent

To move in silence

from that day forward

Anything I say

can and will

be held against me

Except it wasn’t in a court of law

It was your mind

I had the right to happiness

But was too weak to afford it

So you provided it

on your terms

You win

I let you shoot my second arrow

It was supposed to be mine

To mold and shape

as I needed

I handed it to you

You shot

Forever distorting the senses

of illusion I created

I was supposed to choose how to

feel and react to the first arrow

Still I chose you

not knowing it was poisoned

before you shot

I thought those were the last words

your last words

They echo in my head

as I stare back at you

with a dead face

How do you walk the line

When it's a circle?

Dear God,

I pray to you in whispers

And tired, weary sighs

My days are empty echoes

Of restless, night time cries

But I think on how You do collect

Each tear spilt from my eye

You keep them in a vessel

Because for me, You chose to die

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You keep track of all my sorrows.

You have collected all my tears in your bottle.

You have recorded each one in your book.

Psalm 56:8

the way

your words

wash over me

not unlike

the windswept sea

and like the tide

when it goes out

I know

you’ll take

a piece of me