Feb 25, 2003 11:51
I craved donuts. I craved being served by the girl with jet black hair who works at the donut stand. I walked through the rain and my pant legs were soaked through. But my hunger drove me onwards and warmed me from the inside out. Finally I trudged, sodden into the food court but the donut stand was closed. She was nowhere to be seen,..
,.. an I hunger still.
Oh God. I'm so alone