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I am a message, enclosed in a glass bottle
Impenetrable
Messages of love sick regrets and wishes
I am drifting in a sea of people
Some waves cradle my existence
Others crash down upon me with terrible force
My cork loosens when in the hands of friends
Though I am difficult to open, even for them
Some of my messages are as clear as the sun that shines through the glass
Others are inkblots that never formed words
I am messages of self-pity, desires never spoken and shameful curiosities never acted upon
Rolled up tight, tossing and turning in a seas of influence
I am a faded message
Irreparable by my own isolation
I am brought to a couple
They cherish me
But even they cannot open me up completely
I am brought to a young man
He opened me up and read my secrets with compassionate curiosity
He adored me, never letting my ink smudge or my edges tear
But my protective barrier was broken
I was not ready
I am thankful to the heavens for making my unformed words incomprehensible
I am bottled up again
Riding the waves of life without a life of my own
I am no longer a crisp piece of parchment, but a limp letter
A letter not meant for anyone to read
Only to float forever on the tides of trust and treachery
What is written on my skin could spell the end of my days
That power should only be left to the note
For the hands of humans are not safe
I am not smudged or torn from any outside force
Only faded
I am a message, enclosed in a glass bottle
