Liquid Bottle

How courageous. . . The timid, pink liquid sheltering itself from a space that depends it's life on the ally air.
For shall not air, the enraged plastic tube would disperse the pink equipo and all. . .the love, becomes only a dead end.
How beautiful would it be, if the pink liquid and the air did not have such segregation, if united the love and the courageous would evolve to something that cannot be described, but as only. . .perfection.
Still not would they defeat the enraged plastic tube, but fear will never cross in there cage and beauty will cross the human eye.