Cracked

I feel broken.

No, I take that back…I feel cracked.

Cracked, and on the way to being broken if I don’t do something about it soon. But the thing is, I don’t know where I’m cracked.

For example, I feel like a bottle with a crack in it, and all its contents is leaking out everywhere, but you don’t know where the crack is, but you can’t find the crack, and if the bottle keeps getting used and worn out, the crack is going to get bigger and eventually it will be broken and everything will pour out; broken and empty.

That’s how I feel.

I need to find the crack from where all my happiness and joy is spilling from, and mend the crack before it gets worse.

How do I find the crack?

That is my mission. Find the crack and fix it.

…if I say “crack” two more times, that’s 46 “cracks” in this “cracked” up rhyme (Limp Bizkit goers will get that….hahaha….oh I crack myself up sometimes)

That is all for tonight.

Peace and Love peeps šŸ™‚