>I’m starving.
This is why I eat.
But food is not what I am hungry for.
It’s you.
All of you.
Not just parts, your insignificant parts, but
you.
Your messy parts. Your mysterious parts.
Your every part.
You.
I need you, and you’re here.
I can’t wait for someone more perfect.
As I speak to you.
I speak to me
And all of my parts.
The Soul Reporter 