An empty bottle.
As I look through the optical glass I am reminded of all that truly does not exist like the hourglass I owned I wish to shatter this empty bottle of yesterday for it only reminds me that time does not exist & I am contained inside a strict sense of longing as I stare intently at the bottle of Chimay. Eagerly my hands grasp the bottle hard & I can almost taste the cool inebriant saturate my pourous tounge Iniquitous with the desire for my most shallow of wishes I ask that the bottle be instantly refilled in continuation or for the the most divine of all ales simply come pouring down from the sky as my lips drink up this erroneous feeling all I am bursts aflame again& again against the shameless apathy it so casually strings along One moment seems to last for ages as I lay still and listen to the song of my own sullen heartbeat;alone.