Starvation

Eternity, more like infinity. Or maybe just eat in entirety. See words are as fluid as time compounded into galaxies future and galaxies past. I hear the echoes bounce about my mind. It is game time in here as I reach for the first fruit of thought no pennies needed just dried up hands reaching out for a french fry, maybe more. There is no telling where it begins. No comprehending its end. Simply put: a long day's labour will have your stomach growl by dusk. Make your soul crave some satisfaction as it forces your body to bend into a question mark and asking, is it dinner time yet. When the ride home takes longer than usual and traffic seems stagnant. Stationary. Your body will ache and scream and beg.

Feed me!

It will feel like an eternity in hell. minutes later you will rush for the kitchen and pile an entire chicken with a side of french fries into your belly. Suddenly, the 18 minutes it took you to drive home from work will no longer be the eternity it felt like. Your crazed desire to eat in entirity will be quenched by a seeming infinity of french fries and 18 minutes will be just that. An eternity come and gone.