The hunger frequency

Well, I was supposed to write a story—but then, what is a story without an introduction, and what is an introduction without a title? ​I have neither, and I write this on an empty stomach. Maybe that is what makes me write so well, because I am amazed at how good this sounds. Nevertheless, I am not under pressure; I just want to heal reasonably, feel reasonably, listen wildly, and speak calmly, because all of this stirs me in the weirdest direction. ​Permit me to write out of the abundance of my heart. Like I said, this is a story that isn't really a story, but a plea and a hope for whoever grasps whatever message it entails. ​I speak and write from a place of want and hunger—for food, to be precise, but most importantly, to do the one thing I enjoy doing most: sing... sing... sing. ​I may be lost, but I am right where I feel I need to be. And speaking of feelings... I feel nothing.