My Bottled Up Feelings

I bottle up my feelings and keep them sealed up high on a shelf. Sometimes, though, gravity betrays me and brings the bottle to the floor and feelings pour out. This is where they land.

Sometimes, it's poetry. Sometimes, it's words thrown out in whatever order they land in. One might call it stream-of-consciousness. Others might call it garbage. Read or don't read, it doesn't bother me. I think it's all dumb, anyways.