i am starving

i am starving. i am a skeleton in a society already filled with far too many stick figures.

i am starving. i am starving for a different life, a different name, a new existence. i am starving for light in the darkness, for shadows in the sun. i am starving for a voice to break this silence. i am starving for solitude.

i am starving. i am starving for a world in which perfection is not expected, nor errors chided. i am starving for a society in which differences are celebrated, not despised. i am starving for a day when bigotry is defeated. i am starving for freedom.

i am starving. i am starving for the sunrise. i am starving for the dawn. i am starving for twilight. i am starving for the moments which most matter.

i am starving. i am starving for the substance of deeper conversation. i am starving for discussion without argumentation. i am starving for a disagreement that does not require a fight. i am starving for peace.

i am starving. i am starving for anything save that which i currently possess. is this not the story of life? always hungering and thirsting for more? never being satisfied with that which lies before you?

i am starving. will i ever be filled or will i hunger for all eternity?