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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.