Hunger

There are nights where I am kept awake 
by my own ravenous appetite, 
and no late night escapades 
creeping down stairs to the fridge can tame it,
no. 
I am not craving cold pizza or cookie crumbs 
scattered between bedsheets. 
I am craving something sweeter than the bitter taste of the words,
"This just isn't working out." 
 

I crave spice. Seasoning. 
A little less salt, a little more thyme, 
a lot more, "Damn, I feel great today!" 
I crave expectations being exceeded, 
I crave conversations with people I may never meet 
in places I may never go 
and I am just so hungry. 

My soul growls, 
and I wish to satiate it by dining on experience, 
bite into my shortcomings 
and find that they don't taste as sour as I imagined. 
I wish to feast on the tallest tales, 
chew through my troubles, 
be filled to the brim, stuffed with knowledge and courage 
and grow. 

Because that is what life should do. 
Life should nourish you,
fill you, 
Life should be the first thing you want to sink your teeth into in the morning. 

Because even when things boil over,
and your plans get put on the backburner,
even when no one comes to dinner 
so you're left with a sink overflowing with dirty dishes,
at least you'll have had a taste.

You'll have had a taste of the beauty life has to offer. 
You'll have had a taste 
And find it's something worth craving.