So, you're back?

Could there be a sequence of words that I am unintentionally withholding?
My mind loves to squeeze me with the power of infinity.
Pour down all of my feelings down this unlabeled bottle.
The unknown isn't worth the risk; it's time to pour it down the sink.

Each drop is a unique explosion of beautiful possibility.
Occasionally the splatter becomes impossibly refreshing.
The message will indirectly touch a chord I just can't hit directly.
If I didn't pour it down the side, I wouldn't ever be able to reach you.

I could easily wipe away this mess, but I have never seen this color.
Like staring into the abyss, it stares right back.
A blessing that leaves a distinct memory that is held fondly.
With the multitude of connections, you could say I've sprung the leak.