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.

As a collective, we slowly started to resent them. They pay us no mind as if we don't exist.

Our hunger grows, growing for everything and nothing at the same time. It is as if the hunger itself starts to feed on us, chewing up to small pieces, swallowing our empty void for a sould and spitting it back out.

It doesn't demand anything, yet wants it all. It dictates what we do, when we do it. It is our commander and there will never be anything we can do against it. We are absolutely helpless encountering it. We should have evolved natural weapons to adapt, but we never did. It is as if fate itself decided to curse us for all the time to come.

We are lost, ignored by them and consumed by it.