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Do you think happiness is in a bottle somewhere?
And our dreams give us clues of where to find it, the only problem was in the beginning cuz in the beginning we were innocent and knew nothing of this bottle. We lived without the search, and then someone mentioned it, a faint whisper like the first mention of the word sex to a hormone-driven teen, we were hooked. We wanted this container of ecstasy, keeper of euphoria. 'But where is it?' we begged, scraping our knees on the pavement from so much groveling. 'Keep searching, keep searching' they said. So we crouch in twisted positions, looking under, over, around, and through until at last we find it! The bottle of happiness that has had our hearts melting. Slowly opening the cap not to let any of it escape without consumption, our hearts race and palms sweat. A life's journey spent to be elated is in this hourglass sculpture of glass. The contents inside begins to escape. Faster. Vapors. Breathing fast to take it in. A small fizzle and it's gone...what now... Does this happen to everyone, or is it just yours? Could you have done anything differently? Maybe the memories that you had before you knew of the bottle were escaping to fill your bottle, and your search time just wasn't long enough to fill it. Did you open the bottle wrong? You don't know, but all you know is that your bottle is empty...you can only hear of other people's happiness bottles, and each tale reminds you of the fizzle. It was everything they had dreamed of. Can you create a new bottle with more dreams? Keep Dreaming...one day you'll find it. That's what they say, right?