Drifting, drifting ever so slowly into the blue oblivion.
The little bottle containing a note for an unknown receiver.
As the bottle drifts on, so does time.
Time, time of day, time of night, time of life.
The farther I slip away the farther the bottle goes.
Floating for infinity in tranquil waters, while the hand ticks away.
For life does not last, so floating and drifting with end.
The watery abyss teeming with life and an untold story.
Slowly, slowly I give in, with the last minutes of my timer.
Time ran out for me, but the little bottle drifts on.
Drifting, drifting ever so slowly into the blur oblivion.
A little bottle containing a story for an unknown receiver.
My time may be up, but the bottle carries a story,
A story that will help me live on, long after time.
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A Look Inside My Head
Short StoryHave you ever wanted to see what goes on inside a teenager's head? No..? Oh.. Well you're in luck because that is what you are getting anyways!! In this lovely one of a kind book you will be taking a peek inside my head and reading about my sad litt...
