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Jun 2021
a glass sits
on the subspace of my mind
it’s half empty

i ask myself

why is it half empty,
why not half full

why is is so hard to see the water
sloshing about in the glass

clear
cool
refreshing

why do i only see the empty space where water should be

a Void to avoid talking about
a part of myself that i keep refusing to share
a part that i seem to allow to grow, yet i wish it would leave me the hell alone

do I actually enjoy this melancholy

do I like these compressed and silent tears rolling down my cheeks in the darkness

do i make things up to be sad about

a question

is my glass even half empty at all

or do i have a glass full to the brim while i persist in pursuing these gray thoughts

are my “problems” even real
or imaginary

like

my

glass
Moe
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Moe
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