The hunger.

It's confusing isnt it?

Not knowing.

Not knowing how or why you exist.

Of course you were the first to the seed and your cells divided.

Your body grew as predicted, 4 limbs and a face.

Your body grew as predicted.

Shame, shame that no doctor nor nurse could see the hollow that had been left inside.

This hollow you've carried, nurtured.

Perpetually reminded of its presence.

Is it hunger?

Or is it hungry?

You let it feed on your hopes and desires.

You let it feed on your happiness and joy.

When you've given all you have, offered every ripe fruit of experience gathered in this life.

When you're left with nothing to feed your anorexic mind.

Nothing but loneliness, anguish and pain.  

The hunger still remains.