Inside a bottle I did see the wonders of the world, the swirls and curls of majestic lights through the magnificence of the glass. Such marvels to behold as I did sit and stare with true amazement in my eyes a spectacle to behold as spectrums of light rays whirl and twirl, all colours flashing back and forth transporting my mind to places far and wide.
Zooming through the darkness of space the vast expanse enveloping ones whole solitude and manipulating the receptors of the brain past enjoyment to an ecstasy as stars twinkle white in momentous glimpses of thought of how we so miniscule exist amongst the greatness of the universe the wondrous rights of humanity given to us at a price but is it not worth the illustrious enthusiasm the spectacle of delight to witness the colours to belong to and be a part of so magnificent a nature as has been bestowed upon us meagre earthlings.
Marvel at the reflective light through the different spectrums of the day that bounce and dance off the huge canvas of clouds surrounding the sky above entertaining our every sweep of the horizon intermingled with the moon striking thru the rainbows of green or the suns yellow reddish tinges sparkling in a blaze of sunsets day after day.
Tranquillity soothing the mind as the oceans blues cascade back and forth a delightful contrast of the confusion of but wait remember one is encased inside a bottle is it just the glass that befuddles our thinking here playing tricks or are we just allowing the full use of our potential to dream to fantasize a brief moment of escape. Is not this thought mind boggling in itself we spend most of our lives trapped in duty and a sense of correctness that sometimes bars us from experiencing joy and passion beyond what we would normally comprehend from a simplistic approach to achieving childlike exuberance allowing us to evolve into better more relaxed persons but wait again we diverge from our task. Are we not still intertwined in the depths of a bottle mesmerized by a sense of being at one with the glass we use to experience perception.
Daly not lest we lose but one moment of the deliciousness of wonder floating down we are amongst the raindrops glistening in there wetness an immense feeling of freedom and wistfully blow hither and thither about the atmosphere on our way to mingle with the nature of the earth feel the breath of the wind scorching each tear drop agonisingly sprinkling sensations thru the sensors of the mind boy could this be that we can by such small yet classic use of the imagination break out from the chains that bind us and fly. Float endless into the realm of the unreal dazzling the very essence of mood swings and firing the heart to greatness pumping bulging in anticipation of the next wave of joy rising steadily slowly painstakingly towards what now you say perhaps to chance an encounter with a leaf listlessly sinking thru the branches and then off through the corridors of the valleys spying watching absorbing the elements as we slice and slither our way.
More
Inside Bottle 
Read more Stories
Stories II Back to Stories
Stories Macs Mob Home 
