I will go into hiding with red-wine stained books, licking poetry out of the salt. These messages will not drown in glass bottles. They will learn how to swim. Send each question I never asked you out to sea. Know that it was pointless to wonder. Sometimes rains knocks on a soul so hard, that a different person opens the door. Look in the mirror know what it is to sweat. To want something so bad, your body cries sodium, potassium, calcium and magnesium like love notes left in lockers with no reply.