I’m up late working on my speech for the Spring Recital. Which is silly, because as soon as I mention my seniors, I’m going to start crying and have to amend my speech anyway.
I’m going to be dreadfully busy this week, but I wanted to leave you with this bit to chew on:
These thoughts have such power over you,
From nothing you become sad,
From nothing you become happy.
You are burning in the flames
But I will not let you out
until you are fully baked,
and fully yourself.