I just want to place my head on a lap that feels like the ground of a home- steady, warm, and stable. Hands that stroke away the anguish pressed deep into my heart, as if smoothing out the creases of years I’ve carried alone. Eyes in which I can dive when I feel like a mere atom on this earth- lost, weightless, and unseen- so that, even in my smallest moments, I know I exist in someone’s world.