“I’m hungry,” I say, “Starving.”
You offer me a Snickers.
“No, not that kind of hungry.” I push away your candy bar.
“I wish something could fill up me. The endless pit in my soul that craves more.
But I haven’t quite found it.
And sometimes, I wonder if I hunger for something that hasn’t quite been created yet.”
You smile and eat the Snickers. “That just means you can create it for yourself.”