Future

Jan 20, 2009 17:35

 Hungry
For the engulfing and new
For recognition, memory, proof
Proof of deed and existence.
Seeking it in people's eyes,
starving for self acceptance.
Pouring and looking into the empty core of your chest, clawed from the inside by hunger.
Hunger that grew, lamented, staggering midst the cavern.
It ate, until you are nothing but hollow.
Empty, sore, and malnourished.
For what?
For specific drive.
For a direction.
For a decision to make without a stutter.
Rapacious for solitude.
For relationships.
But mostly, for meaning.
A reason, goal.
Dry cold arctic cavern.
Chipping and cracking.
No veins. Cold bones and peeling stomach lining.
Hunger sleeps.
Waits.
Numbed from the cold, it numbs you too.
"Become"
"and Create"
Etched on the wall of your hollow insides.
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