2 September 2012
Glass bottle, once full of life sweet fizzy liquid all drained away.
Totally transparent,
No depth or shine
The glass isn't half empty nor is it half full,
It's a nothingness
Waiting, waiting to be refilled but with what?
Worry, worried it could be a thick, sour, dark swirl, bitter, heavy and difficult to pour.
Longing, longing for a rich, fruity, cheeky, adventure full of body and soul,
Patiently waiting, patiently lusting,
Patiently knowing
All Good Things Come To An End? • Opuss № I