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
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 7:24 PM UTC
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
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