What nourishes me?
Maybe a soft texture.
Maybe a heart that links with mine.
Maybe the silence.
Maybe a rebellious noise.
Maybe some hands on my skin.
Maybe some hands with love on my ears.
Maybe someone saying, ‘don’t worry. i know you don’t need to worry’.
Maybe someone saying, ‘this is only a joke’.
Maybe someone saying, ‘but you have to take your feelings seriously’.
Maybe just a hug that feels completely true. a hug from someone that doesn’t need the hug becomes more than a hug.
Maybe a scent that touches me. a scent i feel on my skin.
Maybe a food that says inside me, ‘Peace’.
Maybe a cry that gives me the vision.
Maybe a talk that i give you.
Maybe a feeling that makes me scream, ‘i know, this is it!
fuck this and that. this is IT!’.
Maybe a word that unlocks something, ‘do you want to come with me?’.
Maybe some space.
Maybe a ritual that i feel part of.
Maybe a feeling that ‘i don’t need more than this’.