glass always full

the sky opens up,
venting with a vengeance.
i soak in the obscurity,
suspended animation.

do i sound entitled?
are my thoughts invalid?
glass half full, to you.

i don’t even know
what my glass holds anymore.
not empty though.
never empty.
my glass is full,
of fallen dreams,
of the unknown.

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