Half Full

And like broken glass The secrets intensify. The vulnerability of time. Both beautiful and sad. The sound of broken glass. Despite how beautiful the shards sparkle. Despite time. You'll never know what's on it's mind. Hand to glass. The prints left behind to be washed away. The memories no more. How can something so precious be replaced for another. Thrown away without second thought. It's cruel, unjust. No explanation other than physical appearance. The unhealthiest to cope. The necessity of momentary need. Another glass set in it's place. To feel needed in a moment of thirst. How we feel about the things we have. Until we realize the one thing we need. Almost too late