belly

My belly, my body wants love.

It wearies from daily activity, and feels tired. And when I come back home, tired, my body is pulled towards ingesting, munching crunching something to fill up the belly, to satisfy it. I asked him curiously "what is it you want that you are trying to fill yourself up so desperately with?", as it munched, and devoured a bowl of crunchy nuts with glee...

"LOVE!!" came the surprisingly quick answer. "I want to feel love, to be loved! I want to feel love!"

"Often my family members tell me they are fond of me or that they love me. Does that count?"

"No. Not at all. I don't want love from someone who I *know* will say it, who I know feels obligated to say it! I want to feel love from someone unexpectedly, like I didn't have to do anything to get it, but to just be! I want that."

"And why do you want to be loved by others whom you weren't expecting to love you?

"Because then I have power over them. Because then they love me and I don't need to do anything, and they hang on, so I can play with them and stay with them, and then leave when I want. Because then I have power over them."