Dear everyone who lives in trailor parks, 

where beer cans are prominent as a mind

and a woman named Louise has a new husband every Sunday 

each man is subjectively fine

where adults don't bother to hide their wine 

"if anybody knew where I lived i'd rather die"

there is a promise waiting for you out there, you aren't one of a kind 

 

Dear everyone who is lost inside a government game, 

where the court room air slaps the skin on the young boy's face 

justice systems aren't a board game you were meant to play 

i’m sorry this happened, continue to pray

there is a promise waiting for you out there, you aren't one of a kind 

 

Dear everyone in high school, 

its hard when you feel like things matter, and trust me, i understand 

i used to think i had to look gorgeous and older, usually for a man

you don’t think anybody likes you, you don’t even think they can 

so eventually, you thought it was about time you ran 

and you went too fast to hear them yell out to you 

there is a promise waiting for you out there, you aren't one of a kind 

 

Dear everyone who just got fired, 

you're not going to die tomorrow, 

and in the scheme of things, 

by 10 years old you could have just retired, 

the heart's pulse will continue to beat 

there is a promise waiting for you out there, you aren't one of a kind 

 

Dear everyone addicted, 

maybe its heroin, maybe its his lips 

maybe its food, or pain 

maybe its weight loss or weight gain 

your mind is a circle in a never-ending bus ride to 'one day' 

'next time i'll quit', you say, and you believe it 

there is a promise waiting for you out there, you aren't one of a kind 

 

Dear everyone who just got married, 

there was ecstasy when the ring met your fingertip 

and everything seems perfect, to you it truly is 

the white dress was blinding and the suit made your head feel taller 

you're someone who is happy now 

and if you ever let yourself believe differently, 

youd dip your hands into fire, 

and say 'don't you dare let me go back there'

there is still a promise waiting for you out there, you aren't one of a kind 

 

Dear everyone with hands on their foreheads, 

expected to pay rent 

go to college classes 

just to get distracted counting the somehow pretty air vents

at night, drinking the stress away like a magical remedy 

the story is cliche, classic, and just as typically messy

you’re only twenty three 

you don’t know what it means to 'let it be'

there is still a promise waiting for you out there, you aren't one of a kind, 

 

Here it is. 

 

you are not unique like a snowflake 

nor special as a shooting star 

you're name was a prank, you're personality is a trick

there is a glass box over here, 

and your hands gripping the beautiful brick

 

how would it feel to let your personal timeline collapse? 

 

the glass shatters, your personal mind's contents spill out,

'til that box is totally dry,

empty, fine

and you understand it now, 

you’re looking at it now,

 

when the thoughts are all gone, we become one

its the same exact emptiness that belongs to all of us

its the same exact silence inside all of us  

our collective connected true home

its the most peaceful place

nothingness

 

any time of the day, you can collapse the contents of your box and flee 

just stop thinking

take a euphoric and lovely vacation from “me”

 

its why people spend years meditating on mountain tops 

ridding themselves from that isolated and lonely voice in the head

finding silence, cutting the suffocating thread

 

Dear everyone, 

you never have to fear your life again.