Surrounded, but trapped inside

Surrounded, but trapped inside.. I am a bottle that has never been opened. Like a great wine, I will age and gain more of my own character over the years until that first opening "pop". At first, I suspect one would find a bitter taste, but I hope after I settle on the tongue and reveal all the experiences and moments I've kept, a sweet ending would appear. As time goes on, the air accumulating inside will cure all of this bitterness, in hopes of savoring only the sweetness within. And perhaps, the entirety of the bottle may be consumed, so that I may never have to be closed again. This is what I long for. Someone to taste first and allow all of these indifferent and lonely thoughts to escape and leave my mind, forever. Only then can I really enjoy all the happiness that is soon surrounding me.