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The Bottle On The Curb


"Look! There's a bottle on the curb, clear out of place, danger-some and undisturbed, apparently abandoned once it's purpose was complete, sucked dry of it's product and then bedridden to the streets, there I saw a broken bottle, and as stagnant as it seemed, if you dare to impede, bleed, agony agleam, I wonder if that bottle there was meant for me to see, stereotypical image, negatively preconceived, they claim it was the bottle fabricating squalid scenes, only needless conceit and overweening self esteem, the owner of the bottle that was broken on the street, crashed into a tree, alcoholic history, and I wonder if that bottle's still sleeping on the side, who should care of the world? Hankering a better time"
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Dexsta Ray

It's not about me. It's not about you. It's all about God. Learning to be swift to hear and slow to speak. Traveling is a passion of mine. Still learning to be that change. Consider me a work in progress.

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