Photo Source: Unsplash A Poem About Wanting Less   I want less noise inside my head. I want less noise outside my head. Sometimes, I would like to be headless. Bodyless. Just a bit of water and salt in the ocean.   Yesterday I saw a woman breastfeeding a baby while her toddler tugged at her arm and her partner came and kissed her on the mouth without taking either child, left her bending like a tree with heavy fruit. I don’t know how anyone can stand to be touched that much.   I want less...