Hunger

I'm a different person when I'm hungry.

I think differently. I act differently. I move differently.

Priorities are quickly rearranged. Time is made. Certain obligations cease to exist.

And when I speak of hunger, I speak of hunger as if it was but a desire. A desire for food, for love, for affection, for solitude, for happiness, or perhaps to just be creative.

Hunger drives us, if only for short spurts throughout the day, it does so each and every day of our lives.

There's no ignoring it.

Hunger only grows, and not feeding it can kill a person, in body, heart, and soul.

And feeding that hunger is the best feeling in the world.