Anywhere but here, what I told myself. So sick of this, same walls, same streets, same blank faces. I was wrong. Every face is art. Everyone a story to tell. Some painted red with rage, some blue with sorrow, or times a fun tie-dye. (handle your shit Hometown, and no one has any problems.) All I'm saying. My face was a void. Not even black, just nothing. Then a single bright-point. Someone else, someone else's art in my nothing. Together we are gonna block out this empty. Add your art to mine. No last names. Only characters. Only metaphors. We will know, but only us. You inspire me.
We are gonna beat this together. All of us.
Let's fix home. I Simply love all of you.
