Sufficiancy means... what?
Contentment.
Utter and complete contentment.
A place that feels right.
A place that feels safe.
Not a physical place, oh no.
It dwells inside our being,
Beneath the clothes and skin and nerves
And pain.
It screams and cries out to be noticed.
It yells and kicks and pulls it's hair out in anguish,
Waiting to be noticed.
It wants to be recognized.
It knows it will bring happiness and rest.
It know it will bring joy and resolution.
It paces back and forth, waiting and hoping.
It waits for you.
It waits for me.
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