You’re hungry.
In the middle of the night,
in the morning,
in the afternoon,
or whenever you feel like it:
You
Want
It.
Don’t deny it.
Every day when the sun rises
You know what it is you desire.
Your very heart knows no limits
Your mind no boundaries
Your soul no breaks
Your hands no mistakes
Your feet no missteps.
You’re hungry.
You desire power
Love
Control.
You feed on anything.
And when there’s nothing left
When every breath has been exhausted
You’ll come back to me
Demanding more.
About the Creator
Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
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