Tell me what it's like
to feel the rays of the sun and its unending will to keep you
warm
to have the protection of concrete, refusing to crack despite your friction
to know there is a lighthouse waiting, happy to be a reminder of
home
and still shout:
"it's not enough"

please, can you tell me what it's like
to seek every buoy in an ocean and insist that it only makes you
drown
to mistake the comfort in a candle's flame for a house fire's
burn
to nurture the flower that brightens a room while asking it to
whither
and at the top of your lungs scream:
"you're too much"