The clay is ripe, my hands are free and don’t think that I am not going to mold something.
Sometimes one needs something like being touched. I once had something and I lost it. I have it back now and I am sort of playing with the fact that I was in the right. However, I would never announce that to them.
Sometimes people need secrets. I have one. Guess what though? Ya’ll ain’t gonna hear it.
To someone that made my day Friday a little better than it was going, a little longer than it should have been and a little more less lonely than we both know, thank you.