This body of mine feels
Incomplete.
Like all of the nerve endings and
Blood vessels and veins are just
Barely connecting to form
Human
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