KatanaOngaku

We all have that habit, that little quirk that everyone processes; everyone, no matter who they are, hides their feelings in a glass bottle.  Our single, fragile, internal bottle. Our bottles are kept within our hearts, being filled every second of every day with the emotions we can’t share with others; the emotions we keep to ourselves.  Our frustrations, fears, sorrows, and pain. Our bottles keep filling up with our secrets, nearly bursting and shattering as they enter.  They can never escape, never be heard, never forgotten.  They remain as cold and hard as the day they first were concealed. Rarely, ever so rarely, do we allow our bo