I don't know what's changed.
but i can't get enough.
not enough food.
not enough sunshine.
not enough coffee, or happiness, or sleep, or greif.
i feel like there is an itch for life inside me that will never be scratched all the way.
i am content, but i feel like i will never have enough.
of life, you know?
i feel like i could swallow the moon, and still want more moonlight. i could read every word ever written, and still want to buy more books.
can't get enough, won't get enough, need to get enough.