Sometimes, it's like having a plate and cup that's always full, but you eat, and you eat, and you eat until you're sick, but you still feel like you're starving. You still need more.
Sometimes, it's like your plate and cup is only empty, and you're too hungry to think, or even speak. You look around you, and you see that everyone's tables are full, and the look and scent is too delicious to bear, but you can't have it for yourself, no matter how much your stomach twists.
And sometimes, you find there is a meat in your hands, and it feels like you haven't gotten to eat before, not ever, so you bite into it, even as it twists and writhes, and it tastes the best you've ever had. And then you realize, once you've bitten through and halfway had your fill, that the meat - the flesh is the person you've wanted to have a meal with, at your table. But that's that. You've already eaten them up.
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Sometimes, it's like your plate and cup is only empty, and you're too hungry to think, or even speak. You look around you, and you see that everyone's tables are full, and the look and scent is too delicious to bear, but you can't have it for yourself, no matter how much your stomach twists.
And sometimes, you find there is a meat in your hands, and it feels like you haven't gotten to eat before, not ever, so you bite into it, even as it twists and writhes, and it tastes the best you've ever had. And then you realize, once you've bitten through and halfway had your fill, that the meat - the flesh is the person you've wanted to have a meal with, at your table. But that's that. You've already eaten them up.