A Bottle of Emotions

Most of the time,

the water is still.

but sometimes it boils,

Sometimes it evaporates,

and sometimes it overflows.

At times,

It pushes the cap againts the ambient pressure,

but no matter how much the bottle expands,

the screw never surrendure.

Sometimes it fizzes like a soda

and sometimes it looks green with a taste of acidic,

but her favourite is when its yellow and ecstatic.

Regardless the state it could be,

it remains,

it remains in the cavity,

Making the exterior untouched by its coldness,

its warmness,

its sweetness,

and so

it remains,
the diluted emotions.