A desperate cry for help
a blind hail mary for attention.
The deserted man writes his hopes, desires on a paper.
Protected by a glass envelope.
Sent out into the crashing waves of the dark empty ocean,
traveling leagues for the chance one might open it.

Yet most of us send ourselves as messages in bottles.
So few actually allow themselves to be truly open with each other.
We hide in our protective yet fragile walls.
Our true fears, loves, ambitions trapped in our own island of glass.

Not until we find someone,
that one fish of the millions that can uncork that bottle
freeing us of our self created jail,
Our rock that can break us out of our hard shells.

We are a message in a bottle waiting to be freed.
We just wait for that one person who can open us up.