I hope, I believe, that I’m talking to you. You, who opened this post because you know you feel a hunger inside, and were drawn to the title. The hunger that maybe can’t be sated...you feel it as I do, and maybe this connection will bring relief.

You feel this feeling of precipice. This danger, this anxiety. Maybe you, like me, have someone present in your day-to-day, a companion, a lover, a spouse. Maybe you are unhappy there, and the emptiness of what you lack growls in your belly and seeks to feed. Maybe, like me, you are happy there, but still, inexplicably, it’s not enough...and you fear it will never be...but there is a wild, cornered hunger in you that you have tried to contain, and either you’ve given up, or made your peace with it, or it has overtaken you and you’re on the verge of giving in. Or maybe you have no one else, but the need inside you is growing and you don’t know where it will take you without some sort of satisfaction.

It doesn’t matter to me which describes you. I seek the hunger in you, the one that won’t be quelled, perhaps especially the one that might never be fully put down. I hunger too, and I need your hunger, your attention, your rawness, your fears and passions and joys and compulsions. Let us find each other and make a safe harbor from the danger. Like the burning bush, let’s be engulfed but not burned away. Let’s consume without destroying. Let’s find a way, together, to feed the hunger and let it grow without destroying ourselves.

As deceitful as I might be in everyday life, here I am raw and honest, and I’d love it if you can be raw and honest with me. Nothing feeds my hunger like the naked sharing of souls, even (especially) at their darkest.

I am not looking to ruin you, and I don’t wish to be ruined. I believe we can lay ourselves bare to one another without destruction, and it might even help us thrive.