DISSATISFACTION IS NOT LOUD.
IT IS CONSTANT, A LOW FREQUENCY THAT NEVER FULLY STOPS. THE FACE TIGHTENS AROUND SOMETHING THAT CANNOT BE NAMED. NOT PAIN, NOT LACK, SOMETHING IN BETWEEN. DESIRE MOVES FORWARD, BUT FULFILLMENT DOES NOT FOLLOW.
EVERYTHING ALMOST REACHES, ALMOST LANDS, ALMOST SATISFIES, BUT NEVER COMPLETES. THE MIND RETURNS TO THE SAME PLACE AGAIN AND AGAIN.
THIS IS NOT FRUSTRATION. FRUSTRATION BREAKS. THIS HOLDS, QUIETLY, PERSISTENTLY, UNTIL YOU REALIZE IT IS NOT ABOUT WHAT IS MISSING. IT IS ABOUT WHAT DOES NOT FEEL ENOUGH.
