what it so desperately needs

feed my soul.

my skin, my cells, my blood, muscles and bones – my body – feels happy, full, strong. but like a starving bluebird in an ornate cage, i ache. i hunger. for everything i don’t have. for everything i need to survive, to flourish, to dream. to be me [my spirit, my life, my soul – the energy of my being].

a waterfall of flavour, a torrent of craving. it will never be enough.

thoughts?

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