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.

We watch, and watch, and watch, until eventually, something looks back at us.

A pair of eyes gleaming in the noise, its gaze piercing us as if judging our deepest depths.

Perhaps it was gazing into the void itself, and we simply stood as on obstacle in the path.

Whatever it was looking for ultimately mattered little to us. All we knew now was that its gaze filled us with something we had never experienced before.

Fear. Dread. Uncertainty. What was it looking for? Why was it looking at us? Could it see our hunger?

In this moment, we felt as if we had just fallen from predator to prey, and it disgusted us.