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Stars have birthdays.Hey people. I hope you're enjoying your weekend, as much as you can. Today is a special day,and I am not talking about the weather(damn it's so hot outside,I can fry eggs on my car,if I had a car) I am talking about the people who are born today. Happy Birthday for everyone , but I feel like this is not everything I want to say. Because today, It's Nick birthday :iconshedboy68:
... And I heard so many things about my dead grandma,when it was her birthday, people keep telling me that is a waste of time to celebrate for her.
No,this is not a waste of time. This will never be. Everybody deserves a little birthday party,a little birthday gift, no matter where s/he is,no matter what s/he is doing.
And today,more than never,our Nick deserves everything, no matter if we can't see him,because he can see us. And this is so important.He died before his birthday to come,and this is heartbreaking, but our relationship with him is still the same. He still loves us,
Nick Stone- dedication poemA gentlemen cannot explain your kindness,
A smile as bright as yours cannot hide,
Hide behind the darkest clouds,
Like a star you glow in darkness,
Digital art was your golden star,
Excellent at it, it was your hearts desire,
Nothing could stop you from,
Making a masterpiece,
Your honestly could bring out,
The true colours in people,
Showing who was worth,
Your precious time,
While you may be gone,
You will be remembered,
For your charming skills,
And breath taking art,
We will keep your,
Legacy of art alive,
Keeping you alive in,
Our memories will make,
You stay in our hearts,
A little while longer,
Goodbye and let your soul,
Protect those who need,
Your comforting presence.
Nick's Birthday Tribute!Whether you knew him well, or were just an acquaintance, it did not matter, at least to him it didn't, as he treated everyone with the same love and respect. There is no doubt, that he touched the lives of many, a fact he was always surprised about. It humbled him, and he was truly grateful for the friends he has met here.
It is that rarest of people, who could reach over mountains and oceans and touch all of our hearts. From every corner of the globe, to every walk of life, no matter your ethnic background, your political or religious views, no matter the color of your skin, or even if you spoke English, it did not matter to him, as he considered you all friends, and many, a part of his family.
He was your confidant, your mentor, your biggest supporter, your shoulder to cry on, your voice of reason and logic, and your cherished friend. He was all of those, to all of you, a person you could always count on, to always be there. He would listen to all of you, with
Wander to nowhereA ghostly walk on the autumnal pavement
Even my own shadow is gleaming more
Than the empty shell of my body.
As I keep wandering, on this endless pit
Picky starving crows are looking down on me
The leftovers of my thoughts order me to die out.
This path of glory I've kept away from, it might be gone.
My dignity and pride, where have you fled?
I'm searching for the graveyard of redemption
Where my promises are all buried
Shot down by my deceit's gun.
Will you ever forgive me?
As I'm standing there, the icy silence blows ;
As time goes by, the ruthless mutism of yours
Reckons that time for forgiveness hasn't come yet.