My glass.
I'm supposed to fill it
every day,
every night.
Water is good for you.
Everyone knows that.
I take a sip,
Then I set the glass down
for later.
Water takes up space.
It's surprising, actually,
how much.
Sometimes someone else
fills my glass for me.
That's nice.
Then I don't have to worry
about it.
The water disappears
a little at a time.
A sip here.
A sip there.
Until the glass is empty.
Then they seem relieved.
To me,
The soil still feels damp.
At least,
I think it does.
I can wait
a little longer.
Roots don't need water
every day,
do they?
The leaves are still green.
Mostly.
Maybe a little thinner.
Maybe hanging
a little lower.
But they're still there.
I think that's enough.
It's not like I hate water.
Water is good for you.
Everyone knows that.
22h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
There's a candy on my nightstand.
I don't remember putting it there.
The wrapper is red,
or maybe Pink,
it's hard to tell in this light.
I find myself holding it sometimes.
That soft sound it makes as i roll it through my palm,
that little crinkle,
like it's trying to say something.
I find myself twisting one end,
then twisting it back.
I think about opening it.
I think about it a lot, actually.
How would you react,
if i gave in?
it's probably better
if I wait.
The wrapper is red,
or maybe Pink.
Either way,
It'll still be there tomorrow.
It's always still there tomorrow.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC