The Bottle

The bottle retains it all, no matter how much one puts in.

It always fits everything that is added no matter how filled it is.

The bottle, capped and forgotten until the next time that something needs to go in.

Hardly ever, anything comes out from it.

So you can imagine how much is in there.

The time has come.

The bottle has been opened and the cap lost.

Everything overflows out of it now. 

Emotions, thoughts, and experiences.

The bottle is finally empty, but it has created a beautiful mess.

A mess that the bottle cannot clean up any longer.