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.