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Lately I've been hungry in so many ways, craving everything I can get-- food, drink, attention, sex. I feel like I'm half-starved, like nothing's enough. As soon as I devour one thing I'm either back for more or onto something else.

I crave.

I'm hungry for sunlight, flowers, and spring. I want days that stretch on forever and taste like honey and salt and green. I want hot nights and sweet breezes and cold, cold drinks that make me tipsy too fast.

I want more.

I find myself wanting spicy foods-- hot chiles, sharp red onions, sweet-hot curry. Everything I taste in winter is too bland. Are grey days supposed to produce grey food?

Give it to me.

My dreams are all fighting and passion, battle and sex. I wake up wanting to rub against something. Sometimes I go to sleep that way, too.

I'm craving something, and I'm not even sure what it is.

Maybe everything. Maybe something I've never had yet.

Maybe just life.