Vorax

Sometimes, we are voids. Insatiable. Looking for some kind of purpose in money, food, entertainment or sex. And when we become saturated, we feel dead.

I will call them the holes, 

because they were taken from their paradise, and desperately feed on the sustenance of beasts.

But still, they are not satisfied, 

and nothing but stars can fill their stomachs 

and their souls.

Author's Note

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