Panchito‘s Diary

What’s inside a closed bottle?

The elixir of sadness or the juice of blood?

What’s inside of two closed bottles?

Is the packaging blue or is the colour on the contents?

What a pity

What a waste

What a shame

Those ones waste their time looking at me

Wanting love, wanting something to grow on

The green ones confuse me, I don’t know what the want, and neither I care.

The more obscure ones, those are my kind.

A kind of kindness

but in the dark does it matter?

when the can’t see nor focus.

Does the blue wash away when they cry?

Do they miss my colour? Do they look inside and want to stay warm?

Not much of help. U can drown on blue skies, oceans and eyes.