this is the third time i'm writing this entry. from proper entries to a poem
well, here it goes:
an empty bottle
lies at the bottom of the seas
with nothing inside
not even water.
even the fishes
know where they belong at
something so basic
something so simple.
uncomprehendable
inexplicable.
its happened. and yes its true.
i am that bottle.
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