Creature comforts aplenty. Contentedness a sure high? constant loss felt, seeking answers, an emptiness, a need for fulfilment. Choices made…replenished temporarily, this is it . Change in demeanour, life is my oyster! Joyous times indeed, yet uneasy still. What is it I need? I am fortunate in all I have and do, yet I am BUT A HUNGRY SOUL….outwardly presentable but still a poor downtrodden HUNGRY SOUL. ©PSA 31/3/18.
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