Leaves you filled to the brim
and I know
that there are so many challenges and barriers and ways you don't feel enveloped by
the delightful.

The slight touch of a warm hand on your shoulder, can reduce you to someone who remembers they were hurt or are hurt by
all of the veins of kids on street corners that have track marks
and that girl with the jutting chin who swears this is the life she wanted but

sleeps on a mattress in a whorehouse. All she wanted was to play music.

I see you. People want to know that there is hope.
We want to know that there is hope.

This cannot be it and that in the very depths
I know you want more.