‘….’
I’m hungry.
Not that there’s any real hunger, though.
The faint memory, like dust that blows away with a light breath, was telling me that I was "hungry."
But even if I shoved something into my mouth, the hunger would subside for only a moment.
The relentless hunger always lingered, gnawing at my body as it circled around.
Maybe it would never disappear, not even when I die.
