Monday, November 5, 2007
Someone asked me the other day if my glass was HALF EMPTY or HALF FULL? I was going to say its empty, but that’s not completely true. My life isn't void and I have plenty of happy moments; but they usually just seem to disappear, or turn for the worse. SO MY GLASS IS CRACKED. Yes, cracked. It gets filled up with happiness and hope, but it always ends up escaping my grasp. It always ends up emptying out. It will never be full because it’s always leaking. And one day, it will get thrown away, because no one wants a broken glass.