A hunger to live!

Have you ever felt a hunger to live?
With a throat soar from screaming,
but ready to sing?

Maybe, she felt a hunger to live,
when her voice became many,
she didn‘t know how to choose
but spoke
with lips that had been bitten,
in tongues that were confused.

Have you ever felt
that your heart could beat faster
if only your lungs could fill up more
and your skin could feel warmer
so your heart could explode?

Maybe, he felt a hunger to live,
when he climbed into the sky
and stepped into nothing without falling yet,
but attempted to fly to have no regrets.

Maybe, I have felt a hunger to live.
Gathering strength,
to be ready to sing
and speak things unspoken
escaping to spheres
yearning for colors unseen
and tastes never tried.
„With a touch of Vanilla and thoughts on death?“, my witch giggles into my ears, as we enjoy the sun wearing my dead grandmother‘s dress.
“It’s just funny in which moments this feeling comes back”, Layla says.