The insatiable appetite of love
A cross between physical health and mental health.
I feel an emptiness inside of me, stomach, brain, heart. I wish I could throw
these thoughts away, shaking his head and holding back tears. Instead
is an insatiable desire for love. I search under the cushions and looked for him in the sink. The
try even in the trunk of the car.
no longer exists, has vanished.
That love until a few years ago was called "mother."
That love today I try to give me.
The love we need is not reflective.
can not be self-induced.
's a race against ourselves, looking for love. Or maybe just a ride. Meta
undefined but fixed point in anything. We
, sad souls, and our insatiable appetite for love.
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