Years go by. A dusty glass bottle. A cork so close to popping off. Glass, wood, pressure. Emotions trapped. Screaming at the scent of something near. Screaming emotion, bleeding, yearning, something near. Freedom. Glass, years go by, cork, stopped, trapped, no hope. Try again. Nothing. Try again. Trapped. Looking at the glass bottle, something�s changed. Movement.
A thousand emotions floating inside of a glass bottle. Looking at the bottle. Glass. There is a cork on the top. A wooden cork. Emotions screaming, with every ounce of anything, trying, crying, pleading. Years passing the cork moves up, closer to the edge. Closer, closer, closer. Closer to the edge. The glass edge. Glass rim. Reflecting light. Topped off by a cork. A wooden cork. The cork moves up, closer to the edge. Emotions are spinning, thousands of emotions, whirling faster than light, screaming and bleeding and crying. Emotions pushing ever harder.
Nothing changes. Progress. Glass bottle. Thousands of emotions floating inside of a glass bottle. Looking at the bottle. Glass. Transparent. Average. Chipped. Imperfect. Glass again. There is a cork on the top. A wooden cork. A thousand emotions inside of a glass bottle. Progress is unnoticeable. Nothing changes. Thousands of emotions inside of a glass bottle. Stopped. Trapped. No hope.