The Hunger Bread Cannot Fill

The day has ended, and now you stand before the open light of the refrigerator or the glowing screen of your music library, paralyzed by a hunger that no option can touch. Everything looks cold.

Every song sounds like noise. You feel a physical revulsion because the shape of the emptiness inside you does not match the shape of anything the world is offering.

You are not broken for feeling this; you are simply full of a hunger that bread cannot fill and a thirst that noise cannot quiet. The light that lives in you is not looking for a snack or a distraction — it is looking for recognition.

It waits in the silence between the options, steady and unmoving, while your eyes scan for something that isn't there. You do not need to force yourself to eat or to pretend the music helps.

Just close the door. Sit in the dark.

The light that is you is already sufficient, even when the cupboard feels bare.