A.M Thoughts

Hunger

My lips felt it.
My tongue tasted it.
My nose smelt it almost like a fresh cup of coffee; the bitterness was felt by my throat... Sort of like bile rising, waiting to escape.
I retched and retched and retched.
My stomach filled with butterflies.
These butterflies stung once in a while.

My stomach growled.
It was hunger.
Never love.
Because you can only feel hunger if you've tasted food.
I tasted love.
It was fleeting.

Hunger...
My soul is hungry

~macmane