Before, I would fill with emotions until I could no longer hold anymore. When it would become too much, I would overflow and spill to whoever would sit long enough for me to empty.
Now, I expand for my surroundings. Once I have reached the brim, I become deeper to allow more issues to pour in. I am a bottomless bottle. I am no longer required to open up. It is not a necessity to empty, since there is always room for more. I am sealed.
Even if I become too full to carry on, I’m not sure I even know how to create a small leak to lighten the load any.
I suppose that is the day I will fall and bust open on the ground, becoming nothing but a large puddle, and I will evaporate into nothing. I will not even be an empty vessel, but the broken remains of something that could have been useful.
But what use was a bottle that was always full? Or a bottle in which you couldn’t use its contents? Maybe it is better off being soaked into the surroundings and disposed of.
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I really like this, I especially like how I feel a lot the same way sometimes.
Thank you for the compliment. I’m just trying to find words on how I feel, and hope someone can relate.