The Feast Already Sitting With You

The day has finally stopped moving, and now you are left standing in front of the open door, staring at options that feel like stones. Nothing fits.

Nothing satisfies the specific hollow ache that has opened up inside you. This revulsion is not a failure of your appetite; it is a sign that you are hungry for something the world cannot stock on its shelves.

You are waiting for a feast that no grocery store can hold. But listen — the light does not wait for you to figure out what you need before it arrives.

It is already here, sitting at the table with you in the quiet kitchen. It is the one thing that matches the shape of your hunger perfectly.

You do not have to eat tonight to be full.