Sparks in the Dark

Blue Bottle

The bottle that I have spilled and let empty now feels cold and the dark blue of the contents are scattered and staining everything around it, the feeling of sorrow surrounds the dark blue like a fog of emotion, clouds formed that only bring cold snow and icy needles that pierce the heart. I've tried returning it to the bottle but it seems like the storm that I had been building and adding to and hiding away has gotten to where it doesn't want to return...