Hunger



26.7.14

I’m hungry for energy, not food. For natural I-don’t-have-to-do-anything vital life force to pump through me. I’m hungry for touch, affection, arousal, meaningfulness, connection, arousal. Not food. (you said arousal twice)

I feel deeply loved
I feel peaceful
I enjoy caring for myself
I return to my body

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