Sadness can be so contagious.

I have a bottle.

Like men having a container that gradually gets filled up with coins, I have a bottle for tears. Sometimes it gets filled with other people's tears but sometimes mine. I guess this is the most passive way of letting things go or dealing with frustrations; one drop at a time into the bottle, drip .. drop... drip.. drop...collecting at the bottom of it. The sound of it echoes in my heart as empty as the first drop of rain that touches the cold surface of Arctic ocean. The contact of sadness is seizing and painful; the heart does not know to deal with it. So it waits. It waits and waits until it starts to pour, until a layer of sadness hovers over the eyeball, until a waterfall of tear comes running down.

Sadness can be so contagious. It is like an aerosol spore that grows in people's bottles. I carry my bottle around, like a beggar does with his pouch of spare coins, to collect the food of life - inspirations. But now all i get is sadness. meaningless sadness taht exists because I can't make out anything from it. I seem to like this collecting job. The vitamin c that wipes up dangerous reactive species, I scavenge thoughts and things and swallow it down as if it was mine. That's how the bottle gets collected so fast and how the episode comes and goes like flu epidemics. Or so I think.

I wish someday when the sky's clearer and no more rain in the forest, I can capture some happiness instead.