A vacant space once aching in absentia now hungers, thirsts, craves
I want to live. Have I told you?
Muzzle tossed away, tiger blood pulsing, vitality so broad and lush it empties her and she laughs and cries at her need to fill herself… food, happiness, love…
gatherer. huntress.
I’m not ignoring my hunger anymore. Hunger is life. Stay hungry, stay empty, but empty only because the space is grown larger and larger day by day, capacity which expands exponentially into the space we create with our compassion and tolerance.
Didn’t you know, the supply is never short? There is no cap? Did you know, there is infinite love for you, for me?
Love begets love, Happiness begets happiness, Tolerance, Self care, Kindness, Compassion, Honesty.
Hunger. I’m getting it.
