I’m not hungry;
I ate the morning thoughts
synthesized by memories
of my temporarily confused personality.
I’m not unfed;
I swallowed things I didn’t say on time.
I processed them
and I wrote them to myself.
I’m not thirsty;
I drank water
from my silence’s fountain
to restore inner balance.
I’m not dehydrated;
I have inventories
of soul-electrolytes.
I only have not to sweat unsuitably.
I don’t suffer from hypovitaminosis;
my inner supplemental substances
are present.
They just need to be absorbed.
I don’t lack anything;
my existence is complete.
I need to contact
my upper Self again.
I don’t have stomach upheaval anymore;
I’m aware of the above,
and I know
how to nourish myself.
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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives
About the Creator
Anthi Psomiadou
Writing, Life coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. I am what I am, at any given moment.
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