The Glass Jar

She scribbles her feelings onto a scrap of paper. She lets go of that piece of paper. She let's it float down to the bottom of the jar, on top of the other hundreds of scraps of paper. All those scraps of paper have something recorded on them. They have her feelings. Her feelings are scribbled in different words every time. But those feelings are all the same. She waits for the day when someone might change those feelings. She waits for the day when something exciting might happen.