~ Little Pieces of Nothing ~
He breaks a glass.
As it shatters against the wall, he hears every nuance of every crystalline note ringing in the otherwise still air, and the subsequent rain of shards upon the hardwood floor.
Someone else will come along later and clean up his mess. And undoubtedly complain about it.
He breaks a glass and it doesn't make him feel better at all.
He is not spiraling out of control. He is always like this, damn it - as his family members so eloquently put it.
He breaks a glass, and it's not the end of the world. (It never is.)
~oOo~