Sep 10
famished and parched
It longs for satisfaction
fed on words to fill up an empty stomach
poured letters into my cup
however, no matter how much I consume, only led to further desire
am I forever indebted?
indebted to interminable hunger
It longs for satisfaction
fed on words to fill up an empty stomach
poured letters into my cup
however, no matter how much I consume, only led to further desire
am I forever indebted?
indebted to interminable hunger
I wrote this during a sad time when I turned to reading and writing to heal. But no matter how much I consumed or created, it couldn't fill the black hole I felt through my whole body. It was as if I was longing for something I couldn't name.
