The Bottle Of Wine You Don't Remember Opening
I am an uncorked bottle of wine.
Fresh.
I am an uncorked bottle of wine.
After years of being sealed, I am open.
Fresh.
I desperately try to breathe out of the bottle neck.
But there's too much to all escape that small hole.
I am an uncorked bottle of wine.
Unstable at this distinct lack of pressure.
Confused by this new freedom, this new experience.
Fresh.
All the old wounds open, the bottle is broken, there's no seal to hold them back.
Unstable.
Constantly ready to blow, desperately trying to keep everything in.
But my cork has popped. But I will make a new seal,
I will always ma