Night after Day

How it feels

I am one to bottle my feelings.

Over time I have become the bottle itself. Shrouded in darkness,
(splash)
submerged in the water as the waves hit me back and forth. Sometimes salty, sometimes refreshing.

With the ever-so-beautiful moonlight shining through every now and then.

Sometimes floating and sometimes drowning till the end of all time.

The weather to determine my way.

Lost in this big ocean filled with clams, pearls, corals and many others like me. The rocks cut, and the salty water seeps into the wounds. The bottles are unable to hold so much. It is a tragedy.

Most sink to the bottom of the ocean, never to be found again. A select few survive and reach shore. Some are still floating hoping to reach the shore someday.

Those who remain wish and wait for death. The water does not change. It is as scary as beautiful.The beautiful blue and sparkling sea shells. Adorned with jewels and deadly sharks.

The bottle was the only one that could love and understand itself. But It hated itself more than anything.

The water was polluted with the hate and resentment of so many. It was poison, but poison needed for life.

Another dawn, another attempt to live.

Another ever so feeble and fickle heart trying to find its way.