I woke up ravenous today.
I wanted to eat,
everything in sight.
A mango was not enough for me.
I had to follow it up with a bowl of grapes.
Then I wolfed down an entire punnet of strawberries,
Craving the sugar,
but barely tasting it.
I was hungry, still.
So I went to the kitchen in search of more food.
There was nothing in the cupboards, and the fridge was empty
save for a wilted celery stick.
I scarfed that in a moment.
Then I sat down,
to think about
why the cave inside my stomach
could not be filled.
And as I thought, my throat constricted,
my lungs felt tight,
and I wanted to gasp for breath.
The knot in my chest loosened a little,
when some tears
rolled down my face.
And I realised,
that all this time,
I was not hungry,
I was just sad.
