Dear Gentle Sir,
This hunger aches; it spreads through every inch of me. It takes me in and turns me inside out, over and over again. It makes me forget that I am me, this hunger. This heat of desire, this need, and impossible want, reveals me – shows to me the self that I have never truly known. And each time you see me and accept me, you reintroduce me to myself. You are a magician and I become a mystery. With you, even the familiar seems a surprise.
Tonight, I think of you.
I think of you and hunger… or maybe it’s the other way around.
Rawr,
Lola Moi xo
