Given half the chance, life will chew you up and spit you out. It takes chunks every day. A little here, a little there. The world is voracious. And that doesn't bother me like it should. I say so often that I am hungry, but it's not for food. I crave to learn, to love, I want the world. Not for my own, but to be alive with it, in it. Something out there is alive like I've never been. But it needs me, and I need it.

Come find me.

There's something about wanting, about lacking, that carves you deep. You know? Like you'll never know the real joy of having what you've wished for if you haven't been empty without it for a long time. There's something exquisite about being hungry on a soul deep level. Maybe I say that just because I don't know what it feels like NOT to be. I've been told, by people I love more than anything, that I am in fact missing something essential that makes me like this. And I think it's true. And when I find it... who knows who I'll become?

Come find me...