Happy birthday to me—
I wake to the quiet glow of another year,
a soft unfolding,
like petals loosening in morning light.

The air hums with possibility,
with laughter waiting just beyond the hours,
with the promise of candles
and the warmth of wishes whispered.

I carry every year with me—
some heavy, some feather-light—
yet today they feel like jewels,
strung together on a thread of living.

Happy birthday to me,
to the one who has weathered storms,
to the one who has danced in small joys,
to the one who keeps rising.

I celebrate not only where I’ve been
but the open road ahead,
the birthdays still to come—
the endless sky of becoming.

And so I smile,
I breathe,
I say it again—
happy birthday to me.

The entire room is staring, I feel my hair standing
All eyes on me, smiling is all I see
The chanting begins and I hear them but I’m not listening
My mind is focused on one thing
Blowing out my candles after they sing
What am I going to wish for this time?
Shall I wish that my other wishes come true?
Or do I wish something completely out of the blue?
All these thoughts bouncing around in my mind
However, I’m running out of time
They’re done singing, so here it goes
Blow
And like that another birthday
In the smoke

it's sorta kinda my birthday today.
and i know i should be happier than i am right now.
but truth is, i'm not.
i'm pretty much depressed to be honest.
but not that it matters though.

i really just wanted to thank all you bloggers for giving me pieces of your heart,
the kindness and motivation that makes my world seem like a better place at times.
because if there's one good decision i've made in life,
it would be opening up myself to all of you.

this space has made me feel heard.
this space has made me feel wanted.
this space has made me feel loved.

and just in case you didn't know,
every one of you,
makes a difference,
every time.