Chewing On Glass

Chewing on Glass are my thoughts. I think of something that pisses me off I write it down. Good or bad it gets written down. I may not even feel the same way about something at the end as I did in the starts, and yet it still goes down. Hour after hour I always seem to have something to say. I say always but what I really mean is never. We all ramble. On and on talking out of our asses about everything and nothing we know about. It passes the time, we laugh, we move on, or if you are me you hold onto each and every thought. Chew on it over and over until it is breaks like glass. Glass that is stuck in your teeth always ready to remind you it is still there.