We ache

There's nothing inside us. The emptiness, a void. Everything looks like a morsel to us, yet we don't eat.

Held back by nothing, and by everything at the same time.

Our eyes flash towards the things in front of us. They don't run, they don't scream, nothing.

They just keep walking and going on with their useless and meaningless lives, not noticing us and our hunger.

it would be so easy to feed. There boredom, their fears, their love, all of it. But we don't.

We sit here watching, unhappy and hungry.