famine

we suffer from a famine of a different nature.

I.e. not n a t u r a l

Shortage of sustainance to the heart
to the soul.

Physically materially we have more - way more - than enough.
Yet people are starving. Starved. Starved of love and relationships. Our personal space increases until we forget how to approach or be approached. Our own hands wrapped around ourselves instead of reaching out to someone else to hold. We cry out for depth. for reality. as conversations barely scratch the surface of our hard shells. Science ignores feelings and drugs confuse them until we are paranoid of the imaginary.

This famine is not accessible to film crews and charities. It is invisible. And sometimes we wish we did suffer from something tangible... a lack of food and water. At least then it would be obvious. then someone might stop and help.

And we might be able to justify the aching emptiness inside.