What. You. Need.
Not what your mind is telling you to want.
Not what you are told you should want.
Not a new selection from the catalogue of distractions.
Not a variation of what you have already consumed, time and time again.
No, not all that.
THIS. This is what you need.
To be held.
To be touched, fully, with loving attention.
To be cared for.
To rest at the breast. Fully.
This is, what you need.
You won’t know if you don’t at least taste.