Answer:
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher more wrinkles crawl onto your face.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.
I go up when the rain comes down
I can be cracked made told and played.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?