2011年4月14日星期四

seeking the cup half full

And I step back into my recent state of intolerability. There's this cup that fits in my hand. It isn't so strange to have something fit, but I wasn't sure how long i would be able to hold on. The liquid it bore was mainly concealed at this angle. I didn't really need to raise it so high, and i wasn't sure as of yet what i had planned for the cup; the tables were all cleared away. Working on this problem wasn't what i had in mind when i picked it up sturdy like a handshake. It's a difficult thing to see your hand there occupied, unreasonably employed. Affable would be a gripping way to describe it, always waiting for its salute.