My body starvesfor passionBut -your touchis vacuous

A wandering mind, thoughts spiraling, spinning, out of control What’s next? What if I do? What if I don’t? Contentment seems impossible, unhappiness ever present, boredom at every turn, just wanting to find what I’m missing Stand up Walk Sit down A sigh, constant motion, always looking, can’t settle to anything Internal scream Cry Sit ...