Hunger....
I find myself hungry these days, and not for food. There is a primal scream in my head, and I know what it means. The thrill of the hunt, the rush of the...dare I say kill. The feeding of, as someone once told me I did quite often, emotion. The sense and knowledge that a fragile life is near. I am hungry. I need to be sated. But the options for thus are not as they once were, at least not as far as I know. Ahh, but to be there again. Feeding, feeling, lusting even, on that thrill.
I savored the tastes of yesterday, and wonder this day, what tomorrow brings. I was up late the other night, and roamed, hunted, sought out that which should not be. The smells of the city, the sounds of her children, they filled my head with visions that bordered on the insane. I hunger again, but for what prey? Willing? Sometimes it's best that way. Familiar? Sometimes that's better. Unknowing? Sometimes even better than that.
I hunger...
I savored the tastes of yesterday, and wonder this day, what tomorrow brings. I was up late the other night, and roamed, hunted, sought out that which should not be. The smells of the city, the sounds of her children, they filled my head with visions that bordered on the insane. I hunger again, but for what prey? Willing? Sometimes it's best that way. Familiar? Sometimes that's better. Unknowing? Sometimes even better than that.
I hunger...