I’m still in the US right now, on the bus heading to Chicago. Travel gives one a lot of thinking time. I keep closing my eyes to take a nap, then suddenly snapping awake to jot down a thought in my diary.
The Hunger that Cannot Be Explained to Anybody
Inside us all there lies a beast
That would devour us if left unfed
Each hunger is unique
The only similarity is our inability to make others understand how it rules us.
It can be a verb
It is a golden truth that makes us feel alive.
My word, my hunger is MOVE.
It is why I dance
It is why I travel
It is why I move house
It is why I write.
I move my body for art and joy
I move my conscience across borders to see
I move my possessions so my roots do not stagnate
I move your souls by baring my own.