Keeper
My grievous, treacherous state of mind sunken in an untagged bottle. Mine are the two hands that touch it,keep it careful with the vaccum? It's rather funny. But very cautious, grabby and clingy I hide it when it can't be handled, but never HAND OVER. This untagged bottle is everything I can hold close a vital need in a gruesome night how would I let it be touched by you? a descretion of rules of a sugarcoated immaterial, irrelavant life a gloom that can't be cut through and it leaks in the most vicious, gruesome nights, this bottle it's a canvas for most of the violent events, life. It knows and bears certain weight. A little peek in this pit and I'm lost, an interrupted incident, but it soaks me. for whatever time but it does. and I am aware that here, grief is subservient to confusion here, even the sadness is suffocated. A confused, tangled, mesmerized metaphor struggling to be uncorcked once again,this bottle amongst the various bottles of wine, perfumes, liq...