I want to get outside, ride my bike, walk with a friend. But, I’m hungry! This needy body! It seems as though I’ve ignored my basic needs so long that if tune in to myself, even just for a song, I’m pulled into the mire. There’s an abyss and I struggle to deadman float my way through a decent portion of most days. It’s easier to distract myself with other people and their needs/safety/dreams/desires/thoughts/their thoughts of me than to hear the harsh and scratchy incessant static of my own mind and body.
Collecting Pieces of Me 