The human mind is constantly starving to satisfy an insatiable hunger. We thrive for things we do not have instead of feeling fulfilled with our present condition. The lust in our hearts burns until the day our ribcages are exposed to the elements. I am pleased to have tasted the thing I never knew I craved for, yet I selfishly wish for its perpetual existence. The world is constantly changing and I will soon fade away to the jaws of change. There are some things I have to let sink into the sea to keep myself afloat. I watch it slowly drop, as I grasp for air regardless of its presence. My stomach goes empty again, and so does my mind. I drift endlessly only awaiting to be occupied and possessed again, forever trapped in this endless cycle. For now, I drift. For now, I starve.