This body of mine feels
Like all of the nerve endings and
Blood vessels and veins are just
Barely connecting to form
Yet there is no ME inhabiting the skin.
I am thoughts and cravings,
Fears and dreams.
But they are simply empty things;
A product of circumstances.
I hate feeling disconnected.
I despise the sickly intutition that I'm
Missing something vital.
Like an organ...
Or a heart.
H.A.L.F. a heart