HUNGER

Tipping tapping, walking for hours.

My body feeling like it has no power.

My stomach need something before it explodes by nothing but emptiness. 

 

 

Block to block many restaurants and cafes but yet none in my favor.

Burgers, fries, bagels and pasta has taken a day off. Yet my soul is dying to put something in this mouth, this hungriness making me feel in labor. 

My stomach is craving for something new, soft and crunchy, yummy and saucy. 

 

 

Hmm. This smell seems like it’s taking me to its designation. 

It must be a miracle, sauce all around, giving the tan circle a color of love.

Small pieces dropped on it like pieces of snow not daring to move from its position.

 

 

A hot bite of the pizza makes you feel like in paradise.

A long soft white yarn sticking out on the lips, slowly making its way into the mouth, just melts the heart.

It’s compared to nothing and makes hunger run away in seconds.