Fresh Air

I am sitting inside my container of ideals.
It is vaccum packed and I am gasping for breath.
Religiously giving every ounce of being to them.
You came and opened the lid.
Fresh air and your smell merged with the vaccum.
I have never felt something like this.
This feeling, you tell me was always there.
I am amazed, overwhelmed by this.
That sudden rush of air pumped itself in.
Life.
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