https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rkOevh1-Rg
The voice wants to be the hands, and the hands want to do something useful. She wants to be gentle, she wanted to says things, about her own heart. The scars runs from the shoulders to the hands. The eyepatch on one side and hopefulness on the other. The way she walks around carrying something enormous. A dam that holds back love like there a river being withheld from flowing. The way she could have anything she wanted but she couldn't just say it out loud.