Day 215: Bottled Days

A friend of mine spoke to me about bottled perfumes today and as I asked about individual scents and smells, I couldn't help and think how difficult it must be to pick something that represents you. Get bits and pieces of you when you are happy and mellow, when you are upset and hopeful about situations and when you are confident and yet keep looking for something to make things just right, just perfect. We all aspire to be that comprehensible sometimes and yet remain free from being captured in a single stroke of a pen and captured in essences that are bottled in days.

Bottled Days
We are kept in perfume bottles some days
Remnants & reminders of some simple ways
Like old stories; kept stored in glass
Like the time itself, trapped in an hourglass

We are bottled hours and moments to no end
Trials and error beginnings of things we no longer pretend
We write because we know of no other way
To capture the many things that seem to slip away.

We are long walks to nowhere, we just know how to begin
We get lost over and over again, back to places where we have been
The little things that add up, give you hope today
Our inspirations and promises that were kept for a rainy day

We are restless winds captured somehow
We were meant to find reasons to be free
So I write to the meanings for now
Some how they are written by both you and me