Cracks On The Glass

all in all it's been swell. the people have been really great ('cept for this one guy who snapped at me) and the work hasn't been too stressful. my brain is at a constant cadence and i get enough time to do the things i like. sometimes i even get to spend too much time having fun.

for the past week, i've been chugging booze like crazy. enough to get me tipsy, not enough to get me drunk. kinda makes one think about falling in love, ne? needing just enough to get one tipsy, but not too much as to get one drunk.

lol... listen to me... 1AM and i'm blabbering jibberish like i haven't for a very long time.

and i haven't, come to think of it. i kinda miss it. being cerebral. staying up late, just thinking. it starts like a crack on a glass mirror, and then extends... producing offshoots as it walks its jagged path.

not anymore.

i can't tell if the glass has been completely shattered and there's nothing in front of me... or if the glass is still there. i can see the world before me, but i don't know if something still separates me from it. it's hard to tell. i guess i get cerebral and try to see the cracks on the glass because i want to know if something is still between me and the world. i want to know if i'm safe somewhere inside. (if safe is what you call it).

well anyway... i guess i just have to wait and see. glass or not, i'm still teetering over the edge. and all it would take is one nudge.