Hunger

The sound of hunger rumbles in my voids. As I scavenge my internal dark forest for some sense or meaning to it all. They say the search for meaning is the meaning, it's never enough. The emptiness will always pang for fulfillment. Few of us ever feel satiated. My dreams are of a malnourished wolf roaming the now cold winter of my heart. We are being hunted as we hunt. Most of us lost to what we are even searching for......