My Life in a Bottle Chronicles

My Life is a Bottle
I have been living in a glass bottle, like the ones which have tiny ships built inside and are put on display. Sometimes it feels like I am the bottle. Sometimes it feels that way, like someone had put a pair of tweezers into me, assembled everything to perfection, used bits of glue to hold it all together and then propped me up on display. But glue is fragile. Life is fragile. I could fall apart any moment if I so much as move an inch. So I am stuck in perfection, just like the glass bottle ship will never feel the wet spray of sea water, nor will it ever roam the four corners of the world.

My Life in a Bottle
You know how glass bottles have really narrow necks? Well, somehow I've been stuffed through that hole. But I'm stuck. I can't escape. Everyday the hole stares at me and I stare at it but we both know that there is no way that I will ever leave. Life isn't too bad though. I have access to breaths of fresh air. Sometimes I smell biscuits. Butter biscuits, its rich, oil smell wafting through the air, making me feel hungry. Sometimes I smell flowers, their gentle fragrance hinting at the presence of fairies and other magical wonders. Sometimes I smell freedom. A smell of green grass and rolling hills and gamboling rabbits. But even that lingering longing disappears quick enough into stale air. Life's like that. Musty and stale and stuck in routine.

Life is Fragile
I yearn for things that can never be. To free fall off a cliff of unspoken possibilities. But life is fragile. These things can't guarantee long term satisfaction. If I jump, I will fall and feel weightless, burdenless; the wind howling in my ears and blowing through my hair. But one day, I will land. Landing is always dangerous. If I land wrongly I may never recover. The bottle will break, and it will all be over. If I land right, I may just do it all over again. I will never know because I will never jump. Yearning is different to determination. Determination can move mountains; yearning will remain yearning forever more.

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Hello...Hello! Yes, you. Turn around. Look down here, at the bottle. No not the ship bottle. The one next to it. See, I'm waving. Can you see me? No, you're not hallucinating, I'm real. I can tap the glass, see. Clink clink. I'm not going to disappear in front of your eyes anytime. I'm not an elf. See, no pointed ears. Believe me now? Never mind, so long as you listen. I'm going to tell you about my life, okay? Get comfy.
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