Hunger
I think I’ve always been hungry. Or perhaps I’ve never been full. I’ve never had some deep seeded desire to watch my life unfold like the road atlas shoved in the glovebox. I just want to live. My hunger stems from a longing to have stability. To know I will be going to bed in the same place I woke up the morning prior. My hunger stems in knowing that I don’t have to remember which food pantries are open on which days. Because despite what I think, I’m not an adult and shouldn’t be allowed to make adult decisions.
