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[wispfox]

There are words clawing their way out of my head
I don't know what they are trying to tell me

There is a sense of discontent, slowly growing
Something not quite right. Discordant.

Something missing.

Yoga felt right, at least for a little while.
Something missing in my soul, perhaps?

Want conversation, traveling winding roads to nowhere
Comfortable, close, relaxed. Touch.

What does my spirit hunger for?

Food feels wrong. Not that kind of hunger.
Nor it is sexual; too immediate for that.

I don't know what it is that's calling my name.
I don't know why. I only feel the ache.

And I wonder.

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[wispfox.livejournal.com]

*smile* If so...

I've had this more or less twice a year for as long as I can remember.

And I _still_ don't know what it is.

It's one of the things that doesn't let me settle, because I still don't know what it is.

[echospiralheart.livejournal.com]

As I've said to my one young friend who is still trying to figure things out. You are young. Give it time. When you least expect it, you'll know what you need to do when ... and you'll see how you have been preparing for it. :)

[wispfox.livejournal.com]

*wry* Yeah, I already knew all this.

Doesn't make it any less frustrating, though.

[echospiralheart.livejournal.com]

I guess we are sharing turns being frustrated and out of sorts today. :)

[wispfox.livejournal.com]

*grins* We're trading off! Go, us!

(wait, does that mean I'm going to be horny soon? I have no outlet! No horny!)

[echospiralheart.livejournal.com]

*hard laugh* Must keep quiet so no one hears me.

I have lots of responses, but don't know what ones to use. Indecision. Indecision. :)

[wispfox.livejournal.com]

*grins* Doncha hate it when three or four replies all think they need to come out at once, and then none of them actually do because they are all stuck on the way out?