Glassed In The Face From A Distance

Looking through the Bottom of my glass, it is Half Full. It is talking me a while to see it but wisdom and the comfort is helping me, allot. I remember working like this, feeling like this was the only thing that mattered. It was the only thing, it is the only thing I care about. I wish an ego didn't come into the equation but it does, also disappointment of the obvious and ridiculas parody of it all is too much. We all play we all do the same thing and we all look stupid doing it. Texture is the key.