My body craves warmth, touch, and affection.

Even when I’m spending time with myself. No neglection.

/

Why isn’t the warmth from the inside enough?

Why do I crave another human being’s touch?

/

As I drift through the forest of my mind

Searching for answers that don’t come easily.

My mind strikes a vein. Not enough self love. Makes me kind of queasy.

/

I want to be enough.

An abundance from the internal fountain.

Getting there like trying to climb a mountain.

/

Try to make progress right up to the top.

It’ll take some time.

Maybe I’ll never stop.

/

Stop.

/

Be.

Me.

You.

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