Garden-Stolen Fowers

"We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds what is valuable for us. We create the being, but it is nothingness that we use. "- S

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Wednesdays are a celebration of the week half done, and Friday is, well, Thank God It's Friday. So I have no love for Thursdays. This blah, uneventful day keeps me away from that bottle of subzero beer.

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He remembered.

...and I have to speculate, that God Himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.

Sweet closure.

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I will do what I need to do

so I can do what I want to do.

I will chase what I need to chase.

I will stay put

and wait

for the icing on the cake.

But the cake, I know

I need to bake.

(So I can eat it, too)

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Things I want for my birthday:

1. At least 24-hours of anxiety freedom.

2. Garden-stolen flowers.

3. A pack of Chocnut that I will not share.

4. A song number that was rehearsed for no more than 45 minutes.

5. Love.

6. World peace. (People who know me well will know that I kid not.)

(One out five. Not very bad.)

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Someone explain this fondness for parentheses.