The Jar...

The jar was filled with its emptiness.. brimming with it… she often wondered how it contained itself so well… it changed colour too… it reflected and soaked in all around it… and yet did not let that seep out… she’d had it on her little table next to the lamp for over a year now… and each evening as she sat down at the end of another day, she’d spend time looking at the jar… watching how carefully it guarded its treasure… how selfishly it held it so no one saw… she’d take comfort it in… and as the days passed and she grew more and more curious about the emptiness, she’d toy with the idea of seeing what it was like… there were days when she’d actually gone as far as to pick the jar up and place her hand over its lid… but something always made her stop… What would she achieve by letting the emptiness out? Would it really leave… she’d just add more to it…
somethings are better left unleashed…